Every convulsive contraction of that dark, tiny "hairy peach" made her voluptuous, snow-white buttocks tremble gently. Having just climaxed, her little slit was incredibly sensitive, and the ache of pleasure still lingered deep within; yet, struck by the rush of scalding semen, she was swept into another orgasm.
Semen and juices mingled, warmly enveloping the cock in a sensation of perfect, fluid union.
Even after ejaculating, the old servant was loath to withdraw; he lingered inside the vagina—which was still gently twitching and writhing—savoring the feeling even as his cock began to go soft.
*Pop...*
After some time, the old servant finally withdrew his stiff cock from the honeyed depths. Her plump, tender labia were slightly flushed, the inner lips fluttering gently, and the moist opening contracted. A fluid—tinged with a faint silvery sheen and carrying a scent that blended the musky fragrance of her juices with the pungent, musky muskiness of male seed—began to well up.
Driven by the vaginal contractions, the fluid surged like a spring toward the opening; as the slit pressed shut into a fine line, the liquid spilled from the side of the labia, trickling gracefully down her lush, rounded buttocks.
Feeling the surge in his soul power, the old servant was overjoyed and channeled the energy back into his body.
His already rock-hard cock visibly swelled a fraction more, its veins bulging prominently; the old servant was delighted—it seemed this body possessed considerable innate potential.
Excited, he lifted her long, shapely legs—which seemed veiled in a faint, dark mist—and used her round, voluptuous thighs to clamp his stiff, massive cock, thrusting rhythmically against her in sheer ecstasy. After thrusting between her thighs for a while, he grasped her lotus-petal-like jade feet, using them to clamp his cock; he moved them up and down, rubbing against her arches and teasing her toes.
Finally, he hoisted her legs—now thoroughly aroused—up to his shoulders, forcing her tender, wet, and plump labia apart with his long, curved shaft; with a wet *shlurp*, he slid smoothly into her honeyed depths.
This position allowed for deeper penetration than before, yet the old servant was in no rush to thrust wildly—that would lead to premature ejaculation. This time, he intended to fully savor the incomparable, exquisite body of the "Queen of Shanghai."
He controlled his hips, moving with a slow, rhythmic rise and fall. Each thrust went all the way in, grinding against her succulent, fleshy core; after a few swirls, he would withdraw to the entrance, fully relishing the sensation of being enveloped by her rich, slick, tender, and tight flesh, and feeling the heavy folds of her sex sucking intimately at him.
Sensing her honeyed depths begin to spasm and tighten—a sure sign that orgasm was imminent—he finally unleashed his full intensity, switching to a pile-driving motion with straight, vertical thrusts.
Her round, full, snow-white buttocks were arched high against the bed, while a wisp of black lace panties had been pushed aside, caught in the crease of her pale flesh.
A thick, dark, and massive cock drove straight down into the cleft between her buttocks, forcing her plump, tender labia to bloom open; with a wet *shlurp*, the shaft plunged to the hilt, making it look as though his dark, hairy groin had slammed directly against her round, white backside.
His hairy, dark groin pressed tight against the cleft of her buttocks as white fluids overflowed, soaking the coarse black hair. Her dark, shapely buttocks swiveled before lifting sharply, causing her flower-like labia to flare open; the thick, brown cock was coated in a hazy sheen of viscous nectar. After withdrawing most of the length, her dark bottom sank down, driving the massive shaft back in to the hilt!
*Thwack!*
*Thwack!*
The dull, wet sounds of thrusting rang out alongside the creaking of the bed, the rhythm steadily quickening.
Jiang Yingji seemed trapped in a nightmare; she whimpered and panted softly, her delicate hands clutching the bedsheets tightly without her even realizing it.
Suddenly, a sob-like moan escaped her lips; her ample buttocks shuddered violently as she reached orgasm once more.
The old servant felt her honeyed depths contract intensely; in an instant, the passage shifted from a state of melting, succulent softness to a tightness exceeding that of a virgin's maidenhead—as if countless tiny mouths were clamping down and sucking hard, sending a surge of pleasure through him.
Unable to hold back any longer, the old servant lowered his head to latch onto a pointed, rosy nipple, greedily sucking up the sweet milk. He drove his hips and buttocks hard for the final sprint, ramming the broad head of his cock against her innermost core and unleashing a torrential, explosive release.
Silence finally returned to the secret chamber. After resting briefly, the old servant efficiently cleaned up the soaked bedding and disposed of any traces of the encounter.
As for the semen, he wiped away the external residue, but for the fluid remaining inside, a clever idea struck him: he cast a minor spell—similar to the one used to seal her nipples—to tighten the vaginal opening. This trapped the entire load of semen deep within; the effect would last a day or two without arousing the suspicion of the Queen of Shanghai. He decided that from now on, whenever he ejaculated, he would seal the semen inside just like this. He had heard that a "Pure Yin Body" made conception difficult, but surely, if the vagina were kept constantly filled with semen, the odds of pregnancy wouldn't remain so slim?
A playful smile played across the old servant's face.
Yet, after the pleasure had passed, he still had to figure out how to escape his current predicament; after all, holing up here was no long-term solution—sooner or later, he would be trapped like a turtle in a jar.