Returning to the room, An Tianhe found it completely dark, even the candles were extinguished. He thought for a moment, remembering how his ex-girlfriend had also refused to turn on the lights for their first time, and immediately felt relieved. Perhaps this was a woman's final reserve.
He swallowed, and fumbled his way to the bed in the dark. The occasional flashes of lightning outside the window, illuminated the female body hiding under the covers. An Tianhe carefully sat on the edge of the bed, laying down on his side. He took a moment to steady himself, then reached out and lifted the thin blanket. He vaguely saw Xia Yan with her hands covering her face, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
An Tianhe reached out an arm to hold her shoulder and said sincerely, "I will cherish you." He turned over, reached out, and pulled her hands away from her face. Xia Yan's whole body shuddered, but ultimately, she made no move to resist. She was embraced by An Tianhe, who was lying on his side, and he began to kiss her passionately, sucking her soft, delicate tongue. Their tongues quickly intertwined, making soft, smacking sounds.
In the darkness, every sensation seemed amplified. He savored Xia Yan's sweet saliva, her slick tongue tip. Her fragrant breath against his face and neck. The desire that had built up for years ignited like dry tinder. His body quickly grew scorching hot, and his meat stick once again rose high in his pants, pressed uncomfortably by the tight fabric.
"Hah... hah..." An Tianhe panted heavily, his meat stick rubbing against Xia Yan's groin through his underwear. Unconsciously, he rolled over and pinned Xia Yan beneath him, his large hands impatiently covering her breasts.
Xia Yan was no longer wearing her sweatshirt and only a thin crew-neck shirt remained. The astonishing softness and elasticity of her breasts transmitted through his palm, instantly dominating An Tianhe's consciousness. He unconsciously began to knead them forcefully, but beneath the thin shirt was still a small bra, a weak barrier defending the final line.
An Tianhe was eager to touch the peaks he had long admired, so he released Xia Yan's reddened lips, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and pulled it up. Xia Yan narrowed her eyes, breathing nervously in the open air. She raised her arms obediently, making it easier for An Tianhe to remove her shirt, revealing a pink lace bra.
He buried his face in them at once, his tongue extending into the deep valley between her breasts, licking from bottom to top. His hands didn't stop either, pulling the bra straps to the sides, and the two full, plump white rabbits happily bounced out. The swaying, full waves of her breasts made the desire in An Tianhe's eyes burn even hotter.
With a low growl, he tore off Xia Yan's bra. An Tianhe immediately took one of the peaks into his mouth and sucked on it heartily, like a thirsty traveler in the desert who had found an oasis. He circled the blood-engorged red bean with his tongue, while his large hands gathered the outer flesh of her breasts, pushing the areola and nipple as far as possible to make it easier to savor this intoxicating flesh.
Xia Yan's body tensed sensitively, and a charming moan escaped from deep in her: "Ngh" Her upper body arched upward. She wrapped her arms around An Tianhe's neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, pressing his head toward her breasts, as if seeking more pleasure.
An Tianhe's mouth never stopped, licking the heavy undersides of her breasts, then taking the areola and nipple into his mouth again to suck hard. Occasionally, he would lightly tug on the nipple with his teeth, causing Xia Yan to gasp and tremble. At the same time, he didn't forget to tend to the other peak, his hand pressing and kneading it. Although he had guessed she was well endowed, he never imagined it would be too large for one hand to grasp. His fingers would sink in with the slightest pressure, the flesh spilling out from between them, only to proudly regain their tall and firm shape when he relaxed. He kneaded them like this, feeling the breast mounds transform into various shapes in his hand. It was a pity there were no candle lights, so he couldn't admire the beautiful sight for now.
After licking one breast until it was wet, he immediately switched to the other, bestowing his affection equally on these two mesmerizing delicate objects. It wasn't until the meat pole between his legs grew hard and painful that he reluctantly pulled away. An Tianhe's tongue licked greedily through her cleavage, moving downward, sliding over her flat, smooth stomach, finally approaching her alluring garden.
By now, Xia Yan was already confused and fascinated by the flames of desire rising within her. She didn't resist, allowing An Tianhe to quickly remove all the clothes from her lower body, presenting herself completely naked before him. An Tianhe kicked off his underwear with his feet and immediately settled down upon Xia Yan's naked body.
When the man's large, heated hands caressed her snow-white thighs, Xia Yan felt her body convulse as if struck by an electric current. An Tianhe lowered his head and kissed and licked the tender skin on the inside of her thighs a few times, then uncontrollably spread her legs apart, holding his rigid meat stick, ready to invade at her entrance.
When the swollen glans touched the moist, soft petals, Xia Yan's legs reflexively contracted and closed, but they were held firmly open by An Tianhe's strong hands, unable to move. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her honey pot continuously secreting fluid, ready for him.
But in the darkness, An Tianhe's meat stick rubbed back and forth at the entrance to her garden, probing several times, not daring to push forward forcefully, afraid of finding the wrong place and making a fool of himself. He grew anxious, breaking out in a cold sweat. Finally, Xia Yan shyly reached out, held his meat stick and guided it to a certain spot herself. Only then did An Tianhe thrust his hips forward, using the slick love juices to pry open the narrow, tender labia and slowly enter her enchanting secret garden.
The moment he entered her honey pot, the heat and wetness immediately enveloped his glans. As he pushed deeper, layers of vaginal folds wrapped around him, like an invisible hand gripping his meat stick. So tight!! So hot!!
"Fuck!" An Tianhe gasped. The ultimate pleasure spread from their joined parts like a tide, spreading throughout his body, then quickly rippled back, concentrating on his meat stick. He almost surrendered right then and there. He took a few deep breaths, and once he had adapted to the tightness of her honey pot, he thrust forcefully into the depths of her vagina, his thick, long root sinking into the root in an instant.
"Ah…" Xia Yan arched her body, a long, charming cry escaping her lips. She felt her vagina suddenly filled to the brim, her vision going white for an instant. Before she could fully adapt, An Tianhe began to thrust in and out, growing more desperate.
He panted heavily, his movements growing larger and larger. His strong muscular body pressed down tightly on Xia Yan, his meat stick thrusting forcefully in her wet honey pot. Perhaps because he hadn't done it for so long, his rod felt even thicker and longer than usual. An Tianhe felt a bit out of control, knowing he wouldn't be able to last long like this.
"Ngh… ngh… Be... be gentler, oh..." His movements were clumsy, relying on brute force to thrust in and out fiercely. Even Xia Yan, a married woman with sexual experience, found it a bit overwhelming. There was a dull ache and tingling in her honey pot, but a more intense pleasure crashed over her like waves. She felt her body rising and falling with the waves, leaving her dizzy and disoriented, her hands clutching the bedsheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white with the tension.
After a few dozen more thrusts, An Tianhe was exhausted and barely managed to slow down, suppressing the urge to ejaculate as his meat stick pumped inside her vagina. He placed her two fair, white legs on his shoulders, his hands stroking and kneading them, his tongue continuously licking, savoring the fine, smooth, fair skin. His hips began to thrust again, rising and falling.
Xia Yan's bare little feet dangled helplessly behind An Tianhe's shoulders. Their deeply connected bodies made lewd slapping sounds as they rapidly collided and separated, their coupling echoing throughout the room.
An Tianhe vigorously kneaded the full, ripe breasts he was so infatuated with with one hand, while using his other arm to steady Xia Yan's buttocks, as he fucked her with deep, measured strokes. He savored the waves of pleasure coming from his meat stick. The tender, fleshy folds inside her honey pot felt like tiny suction cups, scraping, writhing, and sucking on his shaft.
The swollen pussy lips gradually opened under his fierce pistoning movements, coating both of them with their fluids.
Xia Yan clenched her legs. She felt she was about to reach her climax. How long had it been since she last felt this sensation of being completely invaded and possessed by a man? Although his actions were a bit wild, she found herself adapting to it surprisingly quickly. Could it be that she actually liked it this way? No, that's not... definitely not...
An Tianhe's thrusting frequency grew faster and faster, his glans even scraping against her cervix several times, making Xia Yan tingle with an unbearable itch. Just as she was secretly craving a little more, An Tianhe suddenly let out a low growl, his whole body trembling as he pushed his meat stick deep into her vagina. A large spurt of hot, thick semen forcefully sprayed into Xia Yan's depths, making her lower abdomen tingle and go numb.
The onslaught of pleasure stopped abruptly. She was so close to the peak, and this feeling was not pleasant. Although Xia Yan felt a tinge of regret, having been married, she understood that it wasn't always possible to achieve an orgasm every time. To have reached this level was already good enough.
But she never expected that after a short rest, the meat stick, half-limp inside her, began to swell and harden again. An Tianhe lowered her legs from his shoulders, turned her onto her side, and held her from behind again, whispering hoarsely in her ear, "Xia Yan, are you okay? I'm starting again..."
Ah?!
What answered her question was a heavy thrust. Xia Yan felt a current shoot from her lower body, spreading to her limbs. The familiar feeling of fullness, soreness, and numbness returned. At the same time, An Tianhe cupped her face, turned her head, and kissed her excitedly. In that moment, she had a premonition that tonight was going to be very, very long...
The sound of wind and rain outside the villa grew louder, and the temperature continued to drop. A purplish-red flash of lightning illuminated the sky, shining into the second-floor bedroom, where two naked bodies were still intertwined and writhing.
The woman with fair skin and curvaceous figure, was on her hands and knees, a thick pillow below her hips, her plump, round buttocks raised high. Her hands supported her on the bedsheet and her fair legs were spread to the sides. A thick, dark cock was deeply embedded between glistening, tender lips.
Streams of love fluid flowed out like a spring, soaking a large area of the bedsheets and pillow beneath her.
The man, with a strong, burly back, lay on the sexy woman's back. His hands passed under her armpits to firmly grasp her breasts. Because of his prone position, the two mounds looked even larger, swaying like ripe papayas. The man's hands continuously squeezed and kneaded them while he excitedly thrust in and out. At the same time, his mouth kissed and sucked on her bare, jade-like back, utterly content.
The woman's face beneath him was obscured by her long hair, making it unclear for a moment. Her head swayed with the man's movements behind her, and her voice was soft and breathless as she moaned continuously. Those charming, lewd sounds and words spurred the man on to thrust with even more ferocious and merciless force.
Who could have imagined that in this desolate waste land, ravaged by a virus and shrouded in darkness, such raw, unbridled passion would unfold! The man and woman, without reservation, wantonly vented humanity's most primal desires. In their isolation, they comforted and warmed each other with thier flesh, while also receiving pleasure from one another.
In the dripping sweat and flowing love fluids, a symphony of survival and lust was being composed.
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