Her smooth, snowy buttocks and thighs were wet, and due to the angle, the silvery threads extending from her vulva and hips dangled diagonally down onto the penis, as viscous as freshly made sugar, with a milky sheen.
Deliberately showing Xue Tang this for a few seconds, Xiang Anping took a slight breath, and then suddenly pulled his curved, thick penis to the entrance of her vagina—the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Because the subsequent "snap" almost crushed the air between her snowy buttocks and thighs.
"Ahhh…!"
Jiang Yingji suddenly raised her head, her entire voluptuous body trembling convulsively, her jade toes curling tightly, her voice trailing off with a drawn-out sob.
The large penis suddenly withdrew and plunged in again, the curved shaft turning white in an instant before disappearing deep into the vagina in the blink of an eye.
As their hips clashed, specks of white semen trembled and splashed, from her snow-white, plump buttocks to Xiang Anping's thighs. Each time they joined, thick, silvery threads would adhere, only to be stretched and broken by the vigorous movements, repeating the cycle endlessly.
"Slap, slap, squeak, squeak..." The intense thrusting sounds were interspersed with gurgling, wet sounds, which grew louder and more dominant with each thrust.
Jiang Yingji's head swayed erratically during the thrusting, her beautiful, cascading hair flying wildly, contrasting sharply with the white, splattering semen beneath her buttocks, creating an indescribably lewd scene.
Her sobbing moans grew increasingly seductive, her voice changing from somewhat suppressed to its usual wanton and high-pitched quality.
"Aaaaaah!"
Suddenly, all the moans changed tone, turning into cries tinged with urgent shame.
The penis plunged deep inside, as if puncturing a silver bottle brimming with liquid, and a torrent of clear, gushing fluid gushed out like a waterfall.
The opening, just above the penis, gushed forth, while simultaneously the anus contracted violently.
A thin, milky-white fluid also gushed from the vaginal opening, mingling with the clear, gushing fluid, scattering and soaking Xiang Anping's chest, even dripping down her thighs and the groin.
As if experiencing immense pleasure, Xiang Anping arched her neck, her veins bulging, her face flushed, and exhaled a long breath.
At this moment, the Queen of Shanghai's vagina was incredibly tight. Originally a winding, meandering path, it now seemed to have transformed into countless mouths, each one desperately sucking and biting at his penis.
He endured this moment without ejaculating, waiting for the tightness of the Queen of Shanghai's vagina to ease slightly, and for the ejaculation to become only a cool, slippery trickle. Then, he suddenly thrust forward again with renewed force.
"Squeak..."
With an exaggerated sound like churning mud, his large penis suddenly disappeared into the vagina, then withdrew, dripping with love juice. At this point, even Xiang Anping had no skill to speak of; the tender vagina, still wet from her orgasm, was so sensitive and responsive.
Although the fluid was abundant, the resistance was considerable; the folds and ridges of the vagina eagerly clung to the shaft and glans.
"Ah...ahhh, ooh...um, ooh..." Jiang Yingji tilted her head back in a daze, her rounded waist slightly arched, receiving the thrusts of the large penis.
Suddenly, a subtle tremor spread from her plump buttocks to her thighs and beautiful back in the blink of an eye. Her jade toes curled tightly again, followed by a high-pitched scream. A drop of whitish white fluid appeared on the penetrating penis, dripping down her buttocks.
"Ah, let Godmother...ahhh, um...rest for a while." After a series of orgasms, Jiang Yingji, feeling weak and exhausted, gasped and pleaded, her body limp and slightly drained.
Xiang Anping, however, did not stop. The woman's honeyed orifice, warm and slippery after the continuous orgasms, biting everywhere, seemed to have become even more sticky flesh, each thrust drawing out an even richer, sweet, pungent nectar, more potent than orchids, a musky, intensely sweet nectar almost like the fragrance of blood.
A pungent, seductive scent mingled with the aroma of her lower body, slightly acrid yet intensifying her lust.
"Slap, slap...!"
Xiang Anping thrust even more violently, his massive member hard as a rock, relentlessly plunging into her plump, honeyed depths.
The Shanghai Queen's alabaster-like body seemed to slump backward, her head thrown back, breathing heavily, her black hair swaying wildly with each thrust.
Her languid arms wrapped weakly around Xiang Anping's shoulders, her full, plump breasts bouncing back and forth like two soft, steamed buns, her rosy nipples adorning the undulating waves, swaying elastically and casting streaks of red shadow.
"Ah, ah, godmother really can't take it anymore... ah, ooh~"
Xiang Anping reached out and wrapped his arm around Jiang Yingji's rounded waist, pulling their lower bodies closer together. Jiang Yingji's long, white legs wrapped around Xiang Anping's waist.
As he rode her, he hissed, "You slutty godmother, you're so tight inside, tell me, have you been thinking about me at night these past few days?"
"Anping... um, don't say that about godmother..."
Upon hearing the word "slutty," a hint of resentment flashed in Jiang Yingji's eyes, but her vagina suddenly tingled, as if a strange electric current had swept through it. Her flower bud abruptly opened, and a thick stream of nectar gushed out, pouring over his glans.
This was immediately noticed by Xiang Anping, who grinned and said, "You said you weren't a slut, but why is your tender hole wet again?"
Then Xiang Anping changed the subject, "Godmother, I'm so sorry, but your son is really suffering. Your little cunt is so tight, so comfortable. If I don't ejaculate inside you properly, I'll feel incredibly uncomfortable."
Jiang Yingji's eyes flashed with shyness and reproach, but she bit her red lips, twisting her plump buttocks to meet the large penis inside her vagina.
Deep in her eyes, besides the warm, tingling desire, there was also boundless love and tolerance for her family.
As a mature and beautiful woman whose maternal love was almost overflowing, yet who had never truly fulfilled the responsibilities of a mother—
Because of her overflowing maternal love and guilt, she would truly yield to everything at her son's request, blurring any boundaries, even the insurmountable mother-son boundary in the eyes of the world, just to satisfy his needs.
To outsiders, she was a beautiful yet dangerous, aloof, and unapproachable queen of Shanghai, like a thorny ice rose.
But in front of her family, she was a mother overflowing with maternal love, inexperienced, even somewhat clumsy, showering her son with all her affection and love without reservation.
Xiang Anping, of course, had no idea how much he had gained, but he could keenly sense that Jiang Yingji's "bottom line" had slipped a little further.
His boldness grew again. He groaned and thrust a few times, then suddenly leaned close to Jiang Yingji, deliberately feigning a restrained expression, and said, "Godmother, I want to change positions, otherwise I can't ejaculate."