The relentless, wild rhythm continued unabated, their bodies moving in a frenzy of pure, unadulterated lust. Jun Hao drove upward with all his strength, slamming his hips against hers again and again, each impact hard and heavy, shaking her entire body, while his hands never ceased their wicked exploration. He squeezed her breasts until they changed shape, kneaded the soft flesh until it turned red, bit and sucked her nipples until they were swollen and glistening, and ravaged her mouth and neck with hungry, biting kisses that left her skin burning and marked. Yan Jingshu responded with cries that grew louder, sharper, and infinitely more wanton, her voice hoarse and broken from screaming out her pleasure, her whole body convulsing and writhing against him, completely lost in the storm of sensation he had created inside her.

Wave after wave of climax crashed over her, one after another, relentless and overpowering. She came until she could no longer tell where her body ended and his began. She came until her legs, previously wrapped tight around his waist, fell limp and useless at his sides, trembling violently, unable to hold her own weight. She came until her arms slipped from his neck, hanging loosely over his shoulders, her hands clutching weakly at his back, her fingers barely able to grip his skin. She came until her head fell back completely, her eyes rolling up into her head, her mouth open in a silent, eternal scream of ecstasy, her breath coming in short, ragged, desperate gasps that barely filled her lungs. She was utterly spent, completely drained, her body soft, boneless, and incredibly weak, reduced to nothing more than a vessel for pleasure, melting entirely into his embrace, her mind blank, her only existence being the intense, fiery feeling of him buried deep inside her.

Sensing that she had reached her absolute limit of endurance in this position, yet knowing there was still so much more he wanted to give her, Jun Hao slowed his pounding rhythm to a slow, grinding drag, savoring the way her over-sensitive walls fluttered and spasmed around him with every tiny movement. He gently eased her off his lap, his manhood sliding slowly out of her wet, clinging depths with a loud, wet sucking sound, leaving her whimpering and shivering at the sudden loss of that immense fullness. He laid her down on the soft mattress, her body limp and pliant, her skin flushed and glowing, her limbs spread wide in total surrender.

"Not yet, my love... we are far from done," Jun Hao murmured, his voice thick and heavy with lust, dark and possessive. His eyes burned with unquenchable fire as he looked down at her—beautiful, exhausted, yet still radiating a desperate, hungry need for more. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

He guided her body, his hands firm and commanding. He pushed gently at her waist until she turned over, shifting her position to rest on her hands and knees, her knees spread wide apart, her back arched high and beautifully, her round, soft, full bottom raised high up in the air, perfectly presented to him. Her long hair cascaded down over her shoulders and the bed, her spine curving elegantly, and between her legs, her glistening, swollen womanhood was fully exposed, wet, gaping, and throbbing rhythmically, dripping with the abundant fluids of her previous climaxes, looking incredibly inviting, incredibly sensitive, and incredibly hungry for him once again.

Jun Hao knelt behind her, his eyes fixed hungrily on the glorious sight before him. His massive, heavy manhood stood tall and proud, rock hard, throbbing violently, glistening with heat and pre-cum, looking terrifyingly large yet perfectly matched for the treasure waiting below. He leaned forward, his large hands coming down to grip her soft, plush buttocks firmly on both sides. He spread her cheeks wide apart, opening her up completely, admiring the view of her wet, reddened folds, the tight entrance fluttering eagerly, and the slick nectar flowing freely from within. He ran his hands down her spine, caressing every curve, then slid them lower, his fingers tracing the edges of her intimate lips, rubbing and spreading her wetness all around, teasing her sensitive bud that was hard and peeking out, making her jerk and whimper loudly.

"You look absolutely divine like this... Jingshu," Jun Hao growled, his voice dripping with lust and wicked delight. "So open... so ready... so wet and hot... just for me."

He aligned himself perfectly. He positioned the large, bulbous, reddish-purple head of his manhood right at her exposed, waiting entrance, pressing the broad tip firmly against the wet, slippery ring of muscle. Then, without hesitation, he pushed forward.

SLUUURP...

He sank back inside her in one long, smooth, gliding motion, sliding past her folds and deep into her tight, hot passage until his heavy pubic bone slapped hard against her soft, yielding flesh. He buried himself completely, fully sheathed deep within her depths, filling her instantly to the absolute brim, stretching her open wide, occupying every inch of her once again.

And then, the assault began.

Jun Hao did not hold back. He started pounding her from behind with a ferocity, a wildness, and an intensity that far surpassed everything they had done before. He gripped her hips tightly with both hands, his fingers digging deep into her soft flesh, using them as handles to hold her steady and guide her. He pulled her body back hard against him while he drove his hips forward in sharp, violent, forceful thrusts, slamming deep into her core again and again, over and over, with a speed and power that was absolutely mind-blowing.

THWACK... THWACK... THWACK...

The loud, rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, heavy and wet, echoing loudly against the walls. Every time he thrust forward, his heavy sac slapped hard against her sensitive skin, and every movement dragged his entire massive length along the full length of her inner walls, rubbing against every nerve, every fold, every sensitive spot deep inside her. He pounded into her like a man possessed, his strokes deep, rough, and incredibly hard, driving right to the very end of her passage, hitting the entrance to her womb with every single thrust, forcing his way deeper and deeper, claiming every inch of her most private space.

Yan Jingshu, already weakened and oversensitive from the endless pleasure before, was instantly thrown into a new, higher dimension of ecstasy. Her body reacted violently to his fierce, deep pounding. Her hands clawed desperately at the bedsheets, her fingers gripping and twisting the fabric until her knuckles turned white, her arms trembling under her weight. Her head threw back, her neck arching, and she let out sounds that were no longer just moans or cries, but long, loud, high-pitched wails and screams of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"AHHHHH!!! OH GOD!!! JUN HAO!!! YESSS!!! LIKE THAT!!! HARDER!!! POUND ME HARDER!!!"

She screamed, her voice shrill and cracking, completely uninhibited, completely shameless. "OHHHHH... IT’S SO DEEP... SO BIG... IT HITS EVERYTHING... AHHHHHH!!! I CAN FEEL YOU ALL THE WAY INSIDE ME!!! SO GOOD... IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!"

Her body moved wildly in sync with his thrusts, bouncing back and forth, her hips jerking and swaying, her whole body shaking and trembling with every powerful impact. Her breasts swung heavily beneath her, swaying and bouncing with every movement, her nipples hard and aching. Her back arched even higher, pushing her bottom further back to meet him, begging for more, begging to be broken by his strength.

Jun Hao was in his element. The sensation inside her now was indescribable, the most perfect feeling he had ever known. From this angle, he felt her inner walls gripping him tighter, hugging him closer, her muscles rippling and contracting rhythmically all along his length. He felt the incredible heat radiating from within her, scorching and enveloping him completely. He felt the wetness—endless, abundant, slippery wetness—her nectar coating his entire shaft, his balls, dripping down her legs, making every slide smooth, easy, and incredibly lubricated, yet every friction sharp and electric. He felt the way her walls stretched and contracted around his thick veins, the way the sensitive flesh deep inside her clung to the head of his manhood, the way her passage massaged and milked him with a strength that was maddening. It felt like being enveloped in a hot, wet, living velvet tunnel that was designed solely to pleasure him, soft yet incredibly tight, smooth yet textured, hot and pulsating with life.

He loved the view—seeing his massive, heavy manhood disappearing deep inside her, watching her soft flesh bounce and shake with every thrust, seeing her juices coat his base and run down her thighs, hearing her loud, wanton cries that told him exactly how good he was making her feel. He loved the feeling of absolute power, of owning her completely, of driving this powerful, wealthy woman absolutely crazy with pleasure, reducing her to a screaming, begging mess beneath him.

He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his body covering hers completely. He reached around with one hand, sliding it down between her legs from behind, and found her sensitive, swollen bud, hard and throbbing wildly. He began to rub it furiously, circling and pinching it in time with his thrusts, stimulating her most sensitive spot from the outside while he hammered her from deep within. His other hand gripped her waist even tighter, his fingers pressing hard into her soft skin, pulling her back harder, forcing her to take every inch of him, forcing his way deeper and deeper, seeking to crash against her womb over and over again.

"YES... SCREAM FOR ME... LET ME HEAR HOW GOOD IT IS... SCREAM MY NAME!!!" Jun Hao roared, his own voice rough and breathless, filled with wild pleasure. "YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD... SO TIGHT... SO HOT... YOU SUCK ME IN SO DEEP... MILK ME... TAKE EVERYTHING I GIVE YOU!!!"

Under this relentless, dual assault—deep, furious pounding from within and fierce stimulation from the outside—Yan Jingshu shattered again and again. Orgasm ripped through her body with a violence that made her vision white out completely. She screamed until her throat was raw, her body arching backward violently, her hips pushing back hard against him, her inner walls clamping down around him with a strength that felt like a vice, squeezing and rippling uncontrollably. She gushed fluids again, pouring out a flood of nectar that splashed and coated his thighs and the bed beneath them, her body literally soaking everything around her, releasing wave after wave of pleasure that left her sobbing in joy.

But Jun Hao did not stop. He kept going, his rhythm never faltering, his strength seemingly endless. He pounded her faster, harder, deeper, his hips moving in a blur of motion, the sounds of their union loud, wet, and frantic. He drove her into climax after climax, making her come until she was delirious, until her body was nothing but a trembling, convulsing mass of pleasure, until she could no longer form words, only endless, breathless cries and whimpers. Her mind was completely gone, lost in a haze of pure ecstasy, her body completely surrendered, totally his to use and enjoy as he pleased.

Finally, he felt his own peak approaching, building up rapidly, rising like a tidal wave deep within his groin. The sensation of her tight, hot walls squeezing and milking him, the feeling of her wetness and heat, the sound of her wild cries, and the sight of her body completely possessed by him pushed him over the edge.

With a loud, guttural roar that tore from his chest, Jun Hao increased his speed and power to a level that was absolutely terrifying. He gripped her waist with both hands, pulling her back and slamming forward with all his might, driving himself as deep as physically possible, burying his massive length completely, right to the very root, his heavy base pressing hard against her soft skin, his manhood crushing against the entrance of her womb.

"JINGSHU... I’M GOING TO FILL YOU... TAKE IT... TAKE EVERY DROP... ALL OF IT... DEEP INSIDE YOU!!!" he shouted, his voice trembling with overwhelming release.

He thrust forward one last time, driving in with maximum force, and then buried himself as deep as he possibly could, locking his hips tight against hers, grinding and pressing himself firmly into her deepest, innermost core, crushing his manhood hard against her cervix and womb. He stayed there, fully embedded, filling her completely to the point of bursting, and with a powerful, violent spasm of his own body, he released.

He pumped his seed deep inside her, shooting powerful, thick jets of his hot, sticky essence right against the entrance of her womb, flooding her deepest passages, pouring everything he had into her, marking her from the inside out. He spasm after spasm, releasing wave after wave of his warm fluid, filling her up completely until she was overflowing, until his essence mixed with hers, until they were completely, irrevocably joined in the deepest, most intimate way possible.

He stayed buried deep inside her, pressed hard and tight, his body trembling with the force of his release, his weight heavy upon her, holding her pinned in place, ensuring that every single drop remained deep within her where it belonged.

Yan Jingshu collapsed completely onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress, her face buried in the pillows, her legs spread wide and trembling uncontrollably, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. She felt him deep inside her, filling her, throbbing, pumping, claiming her, and the sensation was so intense, so complete, that one final, powerful tremor of pleasure ran through her body, her inner walls fluttering and contracting weakly around his still-hard length, milking him dry, sealing everything inside.

They lay there, panting, sweating, bodies slick and exhausted, completely spent, completely satisfied, having reached the absolute peak of pleasure, their bodies and souls merged together in a wild, fiery, and unforgettable union.