A soft sigh escaped Yuan Ai's lips as Qin Su leaned close, their foreheads touching. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them, hearts pounding in sync.
"Qin Su… this… I don't know if I should…" she murmured, her voice trembling.
"I've liked you since the day we met," Qin Su whispered back, his eyes burning with intensity. "Every moment, every thought… it's always been you."
Her breath hitched, and before she could respond, he closed the small gap between them again. Their lips met in a kiss that was deep and insistent, yet tender, exploring and learning each other's rhythms. Each brush, each press, sent tremors through her body, making her pulse race.
Seconds stretched into minutes, and their kiss deepened, a slow burn that set their hearts racing. Qin Su traced gentle patterns with his lips, teasing, exploring, until their breaths mingled and their connection felt electric. Their movements were a dance, a silent conversation of longing and trust, each touch sending shivers down their spines.
When their lips finally parted, the air between them was thick with unspoken desire.
"Qin Su… follow me," Yuan Ai whispered, her fingers lacing through his. With a teasing glance, she guided him toward her living quarters, each step echoing the tension and warmth building between them.
A soft, drawn-out sigh escaped her lips, a sound that made his pulse spike. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of them, hearts hammering, breaths mingling, and the undeniable pull that had been growing since the first glance.
They sank onto the bed, Qin Su hovering above her, their bodies pressed close. Yuan Ai wrapped her legs around him, drawing him nearer, their kisses growing deeper and more urgent. Every brush of lips, every shared breath sent waves of warmth and longing through them both.
Qin Su's hands moved with care, exploring her shoulders and arms, tracing the curves of her body. Each touch was a spark, each gentle press a silent promise. Their lips parted briefly, foreheads touching as they caught their breath, hearts hammering in unison.
Yuan Ai's hands lingered on him, pulling him closer, and a shiver ran through her as she whispered, "Qin Su… don't stop."
With a careful, tender motion, Qin Su helped her ease out of the confines of her dress, revealing her in a way that left both of them breathless. His gaze lingered, admiration and desire mixing in his eyes, while Yuan Ai shivered in anticipation, her pulse racing
he silk of Yuan Ai's robes whispered against her skin as she untied the sash, the fabric pooling around her feet like spilled wine. Her gaze, however, remained fixed on Qin Su. His hands, broad and calloused, moved with a deliberate slowness to his belt. The soft scrape of leather against metal, then the unzipping of his trousers, each sound amplified in the hushed chamber. The heavy material slid down his powerful thighs, revealing legs sculpted from granite, then a dark, dense thicket of hair. And then, it appeared.
A low gasp escaped Yuan Ai's lips, a sound she barely recognized as her own. Before her, a testament to raw, untamed virility, stood a colossal shaft. It swelled upwards, thick as her wrist, its head a deep, bruised purple, veined and rigid. Twelve inches, easily. Perhaps more. Her late husband's meager offering, a mere fingerling in comparison, dissolved from memory. This was a weapon, a pillar of flesh, a monstrous promise of sensation she had only ever dreamed of.
ion she had only ever dreamed of.
A strange warmth, almost a shimmer, emanated from Qin Su, wrapping around her, pulling her deeper into his orbit. It wasn't just heat; it was an undeniable, primal allure, a force that bypassed her intellect and went straight for her core. Her breath hitched. Her pupils dilated, devouring the sight before her. She swayed slightly, her knees suddenly weak.
"Lost for words, little widow?" Qin Su's voice, a low rumble, cut through the thick air. A smirk played on his lips, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He knew. He absolutely knew the effect he had on her.
Yuan Ai didn't answer, couldn't. Her eyes traced the impressive length, the heavy, pendulous sacks beneath, full and ripe. Her fingers twitched, an uncontrollable urge to touch, to confirm its reality.
"Come here." His command, soft yet absolute, resonated deep within her belly. She moved, drawn by that unseen force, until she stood directly before him. The heat radiating from his body was almost unbearable, yet she craved it. He reached out, his thumb and forefinger lightly tracing the engorged head of his manhood, a deliberate, sensual taunt.
"This is for you, Yuan Ai." His words were a promise, a challenge.
Her hands, trembling, reached out, hesitantly at first, then with a sudden surge of desperation. Her fingertips brushed the warm, slick skin, and a jolt, sharp and electric, shot up her arm. The sheer size of it, the hardness, the throbbing life within. She knelt, her knees sinking into the plush rug, her gaze never leaving his magnificent erection. Her lips parted, a silent invitation.
Qin Su watched her, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. He leaned back against the wall, allowing her full access. Yuan Ai lowered her head, her tongue peeking out, tasting the air that surrounded him. The scent of him, musky and potent, filled her nostrils, intoxicating her. She licked the tip, a tentative exploration. It tasted salty, earthy, utterly masculine.
A low groan escaped Qin Su's throat as her wet tongue circled the crown, tracing the ridge, exploring the tight opening. She took more of him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide, accommodating the incredible girth. Her cheeks bulged as she worked, her jaw aching with the effort, but the pleasure radiating from him, the subtle shivers that ran through his frame, urged her on. She felt the pulse of him against her soft palate, heard the wet, sucking sounds echoing in the quiet room. Her hands moved to his balls, cupping them, feeling their weight, their warmth. She licked higher, her tongue darting along the
shaft, tasting every inch, every vein. She sucked, deep and rhythmic, her throat straining, her entire being focused on bringing him pleasure.
"Ah, goddess," Qin Su hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head deeper, guiding her movements. "Yes, just like that."
She felt the pre-cum slick against her tongue, a clear, sweet fluid that only intensified her fervor. Her mind emptied of everything but the sensation, the taste, the smell. She was a vessel, devoted to this primal act. Her late husband, his memory, his touch, faded into an insignificant whisper. This was real. This was consuming. This was everything.
Suddenly, Qin Su pulled her up. "My turn."
He spun her around, guiding her backwards until her plump, shapely buttocks were directly in front of his face. The soft, ripe flesh of her ass, still warm from the silk robes, pressed against his stubbled chin. A gasp escaped her lips as he buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue immediately finding the delicate, puckered opening of her ass. He licked, a slow, deliberate exploration, his breath hot against her skin.
a slow, deliberate exploration, his breath hot against her skin.
"Oh!" Yuan Ai cried out, a sound of pure surprise and burgeoning pleasure. He sucked, his tongue darting, tasting the hidden depths of her, sending shivers through her entire body. She leaned back, pressing herself harder against him, her ass grinding into his face, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance.
His fingers found her pussy, already slick and swollen, and he delved deep, two fingers plunging into her wetness. He stroked her clit with his thumb, a rhythmic, maddening pressure. Her hips began to buck, a primal rhythm taking over. The sensations were too much, too overwhelming. Her vision blurred. Her breath hitched.
"More," she pleaded, her voice thick with desire, "please, more!"
He sucked harder on her asshole, his tongue circling, delving, while his fingers continued their relentless assault on her clit. Her body tightened, a tremor starting deep within her core, building, building. A guttural cry ripped from her throat as a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy crashed over her. Her back arched, her legs trembled, and she collapsed against him, spent, her body throbbing with the aftershocks of an orgasm unlike anything she had ever known. It was raw, violent, utterly shattering. Her mind reeled, trying to grasp the enormity of what had just happened. Her previous experiences felt like childish games compared to this profound, earth-shattering release.
He held her, letting her ride the wave, his lips still pressed against her quivering ass, his fingers still buried within her. When the tremors subsided, he gently lowered her onto the bed. She lay on her back, spread open, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes wide with wonder and a touch of fear. Her pussy, swollen and aching, throbbed with a delicious pulse.
Qin Su stood over her, his colossal cock, still hard and dripping, poised between her eager thighs. He leaned down, his eyes locking with hers. The intensity of his gaze held her captive, a silent conversation passing between them. He was a god, a demon, a force of nature. And she, Yuan Ai, was utterly, irrevocably his. His eyes, dark and knowing, promised even deeper depths of pleasure, a journey into the unknown. He slowly, deliberately, began to lower his magnificent shaft, its tip brushing against her engorged clit, then finding the entrance to her slick, welcoming pussy.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the opulent room, highlighting the curve of Yuan Ai's hip beneath the silk sheets. Qin Su hovered above her, his body a warm weight, his eyes, dark pools of anticipation, mirroring the hunger in hers. He lowered his head, his lips finding hers in a hungry, sloppy kiss, a prelude to the storm brewing between them. Her mouth opened, inviting his tongue, and he delved in, tasting the sweet wine she'd sipped earlier, the fresh mint of her breath. Their tongues danced, a frantic, desperate rhythm, a silent promise of what was to come.
Yuan Ai's mind swam, a dizzying current of sensations. Her husband's death had plunged her into an abyss, a cold, desolate place where joy seemed a forgotten myth. Then Qin Su, this vibrant, handsome young man, had appeared, a sudden, blinding light in her prolonged darkness. He was younger, yes, but his presence had ignited a spark she thought long extinguished. Now, as his formidable shaft brushed against her slick core, a tremor ran through her. It was a foreign sensation, this raw, undeniable desire, a desperate craving for the pleasure he promised. She was a mature woman, seasoned by life, yet in his arms, she felt like a trembling girl, ready to surrender everything.
He gripped the monstrous cock, his fingers tracing the throbbing vein, before slowly guiding it towards her impossibly wet pussy. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated yearning.
"Ooh, yessss!" she moaned, her hips arching instinctively as the tip nudged her entrance.
Inch by agonizing inch, he began his descent. The thick head stretched her, a delicious pressure building deep inside. She felt the slow, deliberate invasion, her muscles clenching around him, welcoming the fullness. He paused, only 75% in, letting her body acclimate, letting the sensation bloom. Then, with a guttural groan, he plunged forward, his hips connecting with her ass cheeks with a soft *thwack*, a rhythm beginning, slow and deliberate, then increasing, a relentless drumbeat against her flesh until he was fully, impossibly deep within her.
"Oohhhhhh," she whimpered, her voice hoarse, "My goodness! I've never felt like this before."
The room filled with the symphony of their coupling: the wet *schlicking* of flesh, the rhythmic *thud* of their bodies colliding, the raw cries and soft moans that tore from their throats. Qin Su moved with a primal, instinctual grace, every thrust honed, every movement designed to elicit maximum pleasure. Yuan Ai, lost in the maelstrom, spiraled deeper into the abyss of sensation.
"It's so deep! I've never felt anything like this before!"
"Ahhhhh, I am comingggggggggggggg!" Her voice climbed, a desperate crescendo, as her body convulsed around him, a wave of pure ecstasy washing over her.
It had only been moments, yet he had brought her to orgasm again. A staggering, earth-shattering release. Never in her life had she known such bliss, such profound penetration. This was a cock of unimaginable girth and length, filling her completely, profoundly. And to orgasm twice in such a short span, and this was only the beginning.
The pounding continued, a relentless, primal rhythm, for several more minutes. He hammered into her, each thrust driving her higher, until, with a final, desperate groan, Qin Su released his hot seed deep inside her, the sensation a warm, pulsing river.
"Ahh, that was amazing!" he breathed, pulling out with a soft *squelch*, the heavy throb of his cock still echoing in her depths. He was already hard again, ready for more.
"I've never felt like this ever before," Yuan Ai whispered, slowly turning to gaze into his eyes, her chest heaving, still gasping for air, her body trembling from the sheer intensity of what she'd just experienced.
"Lay down," she murmured, a soft invitation. Her hand, still shaking slightly, reached his slick shaft. She brought it to her lips, her tongue tracing the warm, sticky wet juice, before slowly, deliberately, taking the entire cock into her mouth (or tried to). She worked her jaw, a slow, sensual rhythm, her eyes never leaving his.
"Oh, where did you learn to do this?" he asked, a choked sound escaping him as her mouth worked its magic.
"I've read a lot of books, and I've practiced," she replied, her voice muffled, pulling away for a moment to speak,
Then, with a fluid grace, she rose, straddling his hips. Her magnificent ass, full and round, settled over his groin, her hungry pussy hovering. She guided his unprotected cock with her left hand, slowly, carefully, until the mighty head nuzzled her opening. With a deep breath, she lowered herself, the thick shaft sliding home, filling her with a groan of pure satisfaction.
This time, Yuan Ai took control. She moved, a slow, undulating dance, her hips circling, grinding, then rising and falling with increasing speed. The *schlicking* sound grew louder, more insistent.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"Yesssssssssssssssssssss!" Her breasts, full and heavy, bounced with each thrust, her golden blonde hair, now loose and wild, fanned around her face. She looked like a goddess riding into battle, fierce and untamed.
Qin Su took full advantage, his hands reaching up, cupping her breasts. He nipped at her nipples, suckled them, licked them, his lips pulling at the taut peaks as she rode him. He kissed her deeply, their mouths merging, tongues intertwining, sharing the taste of their combined passion.
It was time for Qin Su to unleash another move, one from his inherited knowledge: the Upper Cut Sunset Delight. It was one of the three finishing moves, a guaranteed path to cloud nine. In this position, the man lay prone, the woman rode him, and then, with a surge of power, the man lifted his arse, elevating her, hammering into her from below, sending her into a non-ending orgasm, an experience that resonated for days.
Qin Su initiated the move. His hands gripped her glorious ass, lifting her, angling her just so. He began to pound her, a relentless, upward thrusting motion.
"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Oh my… Oh my… Oh my…!" Her voice was a ragged cry, on the verge of breaking.
"Please stop, let me rest… please… ohhhhhh!"
"I am coming again… Let me res—" Before she could finish, Qin Su silenced her with a deep, consuming kiss, his hand cradling the back of her head, pulling her closer, deeper into the kiss, deeper into the pleasure.
*Pat… Pat… Pat…*
*Pat*
The rhythmic *thwack* of flesh against flesh filled the room, a primal drumbeat. Lost in the bliss,
"I'm coming!"
"Ahhh… please do!"
*Splat! Splat!*
After twenty minutes of non-stop action, they lay intertwined on the bed. Yuan Ai, utterly spent, rested atop Qin Su, their private parts still connected, her pussy thoroughly drenched with his warm sperm. She had actually passed out, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips. Qin Su, equally exhausted, decided a break was in order. He held her close, content in the aftermath, until hours later, when Yuan Ai stirred, slowly awakening. Once her eyes fluttered open, they picked up right where they left off.
Loud moans, cries, and the rhythmic *thwack* of their bodies echoed through the night, continuing until the first light of morning.