After resting for a short while, Jun Hao felt his strength and vitality flooding back completely, his body refreshed and brimming with renewed energy. As he looked down at the woman lying limply beneath him, his eyes were immediately drawn to the sight that had captivated him from the very first moment he saw her: her magnificent, glorious breasts. They were large, full, and incredibly soft, heavy mounds of supple, creamy flesh that spilled beautifully between her ribs, possessing a size and shape that was simply perfect, breathtaking, and utterly irresistible to him. But what truly drove him wild, what made his blood boil and his heart race every time he looked, were her nipples. They were large, dark, swollen, and stood out prominently, erect and hard even when untouched, peeking out proudly like two delicious, inviting buds. They were so distinct, so prominent, and so incredibly tempting that Jun Hao felt an almost uncontrollable, maddening obsession just looking at them.

For him, Yan Jingshu’s body was a masterpiece of temptation. It wasn’t just the tight, hot, welcoming passage between her legs that he craved—though that was indeed paradise itself—no, his desire for her was far more all-encompassing. He was completely, utterly obsessed with every single part of her. He was obsessed with the weight and softness of her breasts, obsessed with those hard, protruding peaks that begged to be touched, sucked, and pulled. He was obsessed with her lips—full, rosy, glistening, and incredibly sexy, lips that had spoken soft words and screamed in pleasure, lips that looked so soft and inviting he wanted to devour them endlessly. Every curve, every inch of skin, every feature of hers pulled him in with a magnetic force he could never resist, making him feel that he didn’t just want to possess her body, but to worship every single part of it, over and over again.

He slowly withdrew from within her warmth, moving with the utmost care and gentleness, not wanting to cause her any discomfort as he separated their bodies. With effortless strength, he gathered Yan Jingshu’s limp, boneless form into his arms, lifting her completely off the bed and holding her securely against his chest. She was utterly spent, her limbs heavy and trembling, her body still throbbing with the lingering echoes of their intense union, the sticky mixture of their combined releases glistening on her skin and between her legs. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

As he held her, his large hands naturally found their way to her chest, unable to resist touching what he adored most. He cupped her heavy breasts completely in his palms, weighing them, feeling their full, magnificent weight spill over his fingers, squeezing them softly and reverently. His thumbs brushed over those hard, prominent nipples, rubbing them back and forth, watching them harden even further just from his touch, feeling the way they stood tall and proud. He groaned low in his throat; just touching them was enough to reignite the fire burning deep inside him. He loved them—loved everything about them. They were perfect, just like the woman who owned them.

He felt her soft, warm breath against his neck as she nestled her head comfortably into the crook of his shoulder, her beautiful, sexy lips brushing lightly against his skin, sending fresh shivers of desire racing through him. She completely surrendered her weight to him, trusting him entirely.

"We should clean ourselves up now," he whispered softly against her ear, his voice low and tender, filled with deep affection and a hunger that was never truly satisfied. She only hummed in response, a soft, contented sound, her eyes fluttering closed as she let him carry her away, her arms loosely draped around his neck.

He carried her into the spacious bathroom, the warm, soft lighting casting a gentle glow over the marble surfaces. The large bathtub was already filled with steaming, fragrant water, ready to welcome them. Jun Hao stepped in carefully, lowering himself down until they were both submerged in the soothing heat, the warm water rising up to their chests. He sat back comfortably, pulling her to sit right between his legs, her back pressed perfectly against his chest, completely enclosed within his embrace.

For a long while, they simply stayed like that, floating in the warm water, wrapped in silence and tender intimacy. Yan Jingshu relaxed completely, her body melting against his, the heat of the water seeping into her skin, soothing her tired muscles and the lingering sensitivity between her legs. It was a moment of profound peace and deep realization for her. As she rested there, safe and cherished, her heart swelled with overwhelming emotion. This was the very first time she had ever been with a man, the first time she had ever allowed anyone to touch her, to know her, to claim her completely. And this man—Jun Hao—was the one who had taken her innocence, who had opened her world to this incredible, overwhelming pleasure, who had made her a complete woman. Every touch, every kiss, every moment of connection felt so incredibly special, so sacred, because it was all only with him, all firsts that belonged solely to him forever. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, turning slightly to nuzzle his neck with her soft, full lips, filled with a deep, quiet happiness and gratitude.

Jun Hao’s large hands moved slowly over her body under the water, but now his touch was less about cleaning and far more about worship and obsession. His hands went straight to her chest, unable to stay away. Under the warm, clear water, he kneaded and caressed her magnificent breasts with both hands, his fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh, squeezing them, lifting them, playing with their incredible weight and shape. He was mesmerized by them. He loved how big and full they were, how they felt so heavy and yet so soft, filling his hands completely. And those nipples—oh, those protruding, hard, swollen nipples that seemed designed to drive him crazy. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, twisting them slowly, pulling and tugging at them gently just to see how she reacted, just to feel how hard and erect they became under his touch. They were so prominent, so distinct, standing out beautifully against the creamy skin, and he was utterly, hopelessly obsessed with them. He rubbed them, pinched them, caressed them endlessly, completely captivated by these two little peaks that held so much power over him.

He traced the line of her neck, his touch reverent and careful, treating her like the most precious treasure he had ever held. His hands trailed down her flat stomach, but always returned upward, drawn back like a magnet to her chest. He also found himself constantly drawn to her face, to those incredibly sexy lips of hers—plump, moist, and so inviting. He turned her head slightly, capturing those lips in deep, wet, lingering kisses, tasting her sweetness, sucking on her lower lip, biting it gently, completely intoxicated by how perfect and seductive her mouth was. To him, her body was a wonderland: there was the tight, wet heaven of her pussy that gripped him so perfectly, but there was also the paradise of her breasts—big, soft, with those amazing nipples—and the sinful beauty of her lips. He wanted to enjoy every single part equally, possess every inch of her.

But as he held her, feeling her soft, warm body pressed so intimately against him, feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands, feeling the softness of her lips against his skin, something within him began to stir again. The heat of the water, the scent of her skin, the softness of her form, and the sheer fact that she was his—completely and utterly his—awakened a hunger within him that had never truly gone away, only rested. Slowly but surely, he felt the familiar, powerful rush of blood pooling heavily in his groin.

Right there, between her legs, pressed firmly against the soft curve of her bottom, his manhood began to wake up. It started as a heavy, thickening weight, growing rapidly, lengthening and expanding with astonishing speed. It swelled bigger, harder, and heavier, transforming from a soft, resting state into a massive, iron-hard pillar of hot, throbbing flesh. The veins that ran all along its length—thick, prominent, and dark—bulged out prominently, standing out starkly against the heated skin, pulsing rhythmically with every beat of his heart, growing thicker and more pronounced as the erection surged to its full, towering size. It was immense, rigid, and incredibly heavy, fully erect and standing tall, pressing hard and hot against her soft flesh, impossible to ignore.

Yan Jingshu felt the change instantly. She felt the heavy, hardening length growing rapidly against her, swelling larger and harder by the second, the thick, throbbing veins dragging rough and hot against her skin. Her eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching in her throat. She knew exactly what it meant. She could feel the immense size of it, the heat radiating off it, the powerful throb that signaled his readiness again.

Jun Hao didn’t hesitate. The moment he felt himself fully erect, burning with renewed desire, his hands tightened possessively around her waist, though one hand still remained cupped firmly over her breast, his fingers still playing with her nipple. The gentle, loving atmosphere shifted instantly, transforming into something wilder, hungrier, and far more primal. This time, there was no hesitation, no slow build-up. His desire was ravenous, unrestrained, and wild—an animalistic need to devour her completely, to drown them both in pleasure deeper and more intense than anything before. He wanted everything: he wanted to feel her pussy grip him tight, he wanted to squeeze and crush her beautiful breasts, he wanted to kiss those sexy lips until she couldn’t breathe.

He gripped her hips firmly, pulling her bottom upward and tilting her body just right. With one powerful, fluid motion, he guided the broad, swollen head of his manhood to her waiting entrance, already wet and slippery from the water and her own returning arousal. He pushed forward, and sank deep inside her in one long, heavy glide, burying his entire massive length completely within her hot, clinging depths until his heavy pelvis crashed firmly against her soft, wet skin.

And thus began Round Three—a union far more savage, far more intense, and infinitely more ravenous than anything they had experienced previously. It was not savage in a way that hurt, but savage in its hunger, its intensity, and the sheer overwhelming volume of pleasure they sought to extract from each other. Jun Hao was like a man possessed, driven by a fierce, unquenchable need to enjoy her body, to taste every sensation, to take them both to the absolute limits of ecstasy.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her pinned securely against him as he began to move. His hips snapped forward with violent, forceful power, driving deep inside her over and over again. He pounded into her with a ferocious, relentless rhythm—harder, faster, deeper, and more wild than ever before. The water around them churned and splashed loudly with every powerful thrust, waves slapping against the sides of the tub, but neither of them cared. All that existed was the friction, the heat, the incredible connection between their bodies.

Even as he pounded into her, his obsession with her upper body never faded. One hand left her waist to grab and knead her breast roughly, squeezing the heavy flesh hard, pinching and twisting her hard, protruding nipple rhythmically, pulling at it while he thrust deep inside her. He leaned forward, biting and sucking on her neck and shoulders, then turning her face to capture those sexy, inviting lips in a fierce, dominating kiss, devouring her mouth hungrily, tasting her breath, completely intoxicated by every part of her.

Inside her, it was an explosion of sensation. Yan Jingshu felt him filling her completely, his massive, throbbing size stretching her wide open, the thick, bulging veins dragging roughly and deliciously against her most sensitive inner walls with every stroke. He drove right to the very end of her passage, smashing hard and heavy against the entrance of her womb with every single thrust, battering that sensitive spot relentlessly, pounding deep into her most sacred core. It was intense, heavy, and mind-numbingly pleasurable—each stroke sending shockwaves of pure bliss tearing through her entire body. Added to that was the sharp, sweet pleasure radiating from her breast, from the nipple he was tormenting so perfectly, and the dizzying sensation of his lips crushing hers. She was being pleasured everywhere at once, completely overwhelmed.

Jun Hao was obsessed with the feeling of being inside her, obsessed with the way her hot, tight walls gripped and squeezed him, rippling and milking him with every movement. But he was equally obsessed with the way her breasts felt in his hands—soft, heavy, with those incredible peaks—and the way her lips felt under his. He moved with a wild, unrestrained abandon, grinding, pounding, and twisting his hips to rub against every inch of her inner flesh, seeking maximum friction, seeking to draw every drop of pleasure possible. He devoured her body completely, kissing her neck, biting her shoulders, kneading her breasts roughly, his hands roaming everywhere, claiming her, touching her, owning her as he drove into her with a rhythm that was frantic, powerful, and utterly consuming.

There were no words, only sounds—loud, wanton cries, breathless gasps, deep groans, and sharp screams of pleasure echoing in the steamy room. Yan Jingshu threw her head back onto his shoulder, her mouth wide open as she cried out endlessly, her body writhing and trembling in his grasp. She arched her back, pushing her hips back to meet every violent slam, begging silently for more, her legs shaking and wrapping tight around his waist to pull him even deeper. Wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed over her, making her vision blur, her mind shatter, her body convulse repeatedly in his arms. She came and came, her inner muscles clamping down violently around him, gushing her sweet nectar endlessly into the water, completely lost in the fierce, beautiful passion they shared.

Jun Hao felt her convulsing and squeezing him, felt her juices flowing freely, felt her body begging for his release, and it pushed him further into his frenzy. He pounded her harder, faster, more savagely, his rhythm becoming erratic and wild, driven only by the need to claim her completely one last time. He felt the pressure building inside him, coiling tight and hot in the base of his spine, growing unbearable with every deep stroke against her womb.

Then, with a roar that tore from his chest, loud and primal, he reached his absolute limit. He drove forward with every ounce of strength he possessed, slamming deep, deep inside her, crushing his pelvis hard against hers, jamming his manhood firmly and tightly right against the opening of her womb, locking himself in place completely, buried to the very root. His hands squeezed her breasts one last time, hard and possessive, his fingers twisting those protruding nipples sharply as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin.

He held there, deep inside her warmth, and exploded.

It was a massive, overwhelming release. His body convulsed violently, powerful spasms rippling through his groin as he pumped his essence deep into her innermost sanctuary. Thick, scorching, heavy jets of his seed shot out from him, firing load after powerful load directly against her cervix and deep into her womb. He flooded her completely, pumping her full, filling her deepest passages with his heat, pouring everything he had left into her. It was endless and abundant, so much that it overflowed instantly, the thick, creamy mixture of their releases spilling out around his buried length, swirling into the warm water, marking her thoroughly from the inside out. He spasm after spasm, throbbing and pulsing deep within her, ensuring that every single drop remained deep inside her where it belonged, claiming her womb as his own, filling her until she was absolutely brimming with him.

He stayed buried deep inside her for a long moment, trembling violently, breathing heavily, his body slumped forward against hers as the last waves of pleasure washed over them both. Yan Jingshu was completely destroyed, utterly spent, her body limp, soft, and boneless in his arms, her head lolling back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, barely conscious, floating in a haze of pure, shattered bliss.

Slowly, gently, Jun Hao withdrew from her, his softening length slipping out with a wet, sucking sound. He looked at her—exhausted, beautiful, completely his—and felt a surge of tenderness. She was too weak to move, completely drained of every ounce of energy. He took a soft cloth and began to wash her again, this time slowly and carefully, cleaning every inch of her skin, wiping away the water and the sticky residue of their passion. He paid special attention to her chest again, caressing those magnificent breasts one more time with pure admiration and lingering obsession, soothing the sensitive skin of her hard nipples, turning her over gently whenever he needed to, speaking soft, reassuring sounds as he tended to her. He made sure she was perfectly clean, warm, and comfortable, taking full responsibility for her well-being.

Once they were both dry and wrapped in soft towels, Jun Hao bent down and gathered her up again, lifting her effortlessly back into his arms. She didn’t even stir, completely limp and heavy against his chest, fast approaching sleep, her body completely surrendered. He carried her out of the bathroom, back into the dimly lit bedroom, holding her close and secure against his heart as he walked, ready to lay her down in the soft bed where she belonged, safe, loved, and utterly satisfied.