From his angle, Li Dong had a clear view of her expression. Her long lashes fluttered, and her eyes glistened with moisture; her willow-leaf brows were slightly furrowed, and her moist red lips were parted wide—an expression that seemed to hover between unbearable pleasure and weeping. He felt as though he had been struck by a heavy hammer; in his mind, Sister Lan Yan had always been composed, dignified, and commanding—the sort of woman who wouldn't blink even if Mount Tai collapsed before her.
He had never imagined he would see an expression resembling tears on her face.
Qin Yan began to move, thrusting his hips and buttocks with an excited look on his face, slamming repeatedly against her rear. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh rang out sharply, while her massive, perky breasts—firm and shapely—swayed and bounced violently under the impact, undulating and trembling rhythmically. Her round, firm buttocks quivered and distorted with every impact; the cheeks would spread slightly apart before snapping back into place, bouncing rhythmically. Meanwhile, Sister Lanyan's lithe, alluring body was pulled backward; her slender waist arched tautly, revealing defined muscle contours and glistening with a sheen of sweat—a display of beautiful lines and vibrant vitality.
"Slap, slap, slap-slap...!"
With every thrust, her body reacted like a coiled spring, bouncing back against the force; the sounds of impact were continuous and deep, underscored by the wet, squelching sounds of friction.
Droplets of white fluid even splattered from between her legs, raining down like a shower.
"Nngh... ah... mm... no..."
Sister Lanyan suddenly threw her head back and cried out—her voice broken and sobbing, tinged with a hint of panic.
Her long, shapely legs trembled, knees buckling slightly inward. Qin Yan, seemingly even more aroused, gripped her arms and pulled them forcefully backward and to the side; the strain made her slender waist arch to the point of snapping, forcing her entire upper body to tilt sharply upward.
Her ample, upturned breasts thrust proudly toward the sky, and her buttocks arched high—a posture reminiscent of a combat hold where an opponent is restrained from behind. Qin Yan suddenly drove his hips upward at an angle; her magnificent breasts heaved violently like surging waves, swaying like ripe melons buffeted by the wind. Yet, their shape remained firm and full—round at the base and tapering to a peak like a temple bell—with skin that possessed a supple elasticity; the way they swayed and jiggled was a breathtaking, dazzling spectacle.
The fragrant sweat on her breasts was shaken loose, scattering into the air like glistening, shattered pearls. "Ah, ah, ah...!"
Sister Lanyan threw her head back, shaking it incessantly as her dark ponytail whipped about; suddenly, a jet of fluid spurted from between her thighs, spraying directly onto Qin Yan's scrotum and legs in time with his rhythmic thrusting.
Qin Yan abruptly lifted Sister Lanyan's legs, hoisting them high into the air and spreading them wide apart—a posture resembling that used when holding a child to urinate.
Li Dong's gaze was instantly captivated by the scene: Sister Lanyan's incredibly long, shapely legs were cradled in the crook of Qin Yan's arms, spread wide in an "M" shape. Her legs were exquisitely long—her thighs round and well-proportioned with beautifully defined musculature, and her calves and shins slender and graceful. At the ends, her dainty, smooth feet were tautly arched, with ten jade-like toes flexing and splaying with intense, involuntary tension.
Those stunningly long, beautiful legs were enough to capture anyone's gaze and evoke sheer amazement.
Sister Lan Yan was known as the "Battle Queen"—a reputation earned through the prowess of those very legs—yet here she was, the formidable queen, with her legs spread wide in the posture of a little girl relieving herself, leaving the exquisite view between her naked, alabaster thighs fully exposed.
What truly left Li Dong stunned and sent a tingling jolt through his body was the sight of her wet, honeyed slit—penetrated by a thick, massive cock. The plump labia, gripping the shaft tightly, fluttered slightly; just above the opening, a clear arc of urine gushed out, spraying diagonally upward and traveling a distance of nearly several meters.
Li Dong had seen Sister Lan Yan urinate before; he vividly remembered the straight, tightly focused stream—like a silver thread—that had once left a lingering, intimate impression in his heart.
Yet, he never imagined that the next time he witnessed her urinating, it would be while a huge cock was thrust deep inside her.
For some reason, he found himself unable to look away. Perhaps because of the penetrating cock, the urine didn't hold its shape as a straight, solid stream; instead, it scattered shortly after leaving her body, cascading through the air like a fine waterfall.
Qin Yan even leaned his head over from Sister Lan Yan's shoulder, wearing an expression of sadistic excitement as he admired the stream of urine spraying from between her thighs—as if it were a symbol of his conquest over her. As the stream of urine tapered off, fluid continued to trickle from Sister Lanyan's slightly parted labia, washing away the white residue from the crevice between the flesh and the shaft, yet leaving the honey-hole itself even wetter; the labia, forced wide apart, appeared lush, plump, and voluptuous, their edges flushed with a tantalizing, delicate pink.
The inner labia were also spread wide by the shaft, gripping it tightly; delicate as a sparrow's tongue, they had turned a vivid, glistening red from the repeated thrusting, while the tender pink flesh of the inner walls quivered softly.
Sister Lanyan's honey-hole was exquisitely beautiful, yet even during that one close encounter, he had never had the chance to truly savor it.
Now, right before his eyes, that tender honey-hole was being pried open by a massive cock, fully exposed to view...
After a brief pause, the large cock resumed its thrusting; the tender inner and outer labia were repeatedly turned inside out, pulling a ring of soft flesh along with the movement.