Yet, even with that thought offering some solace, the scene before him still deeply stirred Li Dong's emotions.
Sister Lan Yan possessed a magnificent physique; she sat upright with her incredibly long, shapely legs spread parallel to one another. Her muscles—toned, graceful, and supple—stood out beneath fair, soft skin, creating beautiful contours reminiscent of a butterfly spreading its wings.
In this position, her round, firm, pear-shaped buttocks bulged with muscular tension, exuding a sense of powerful volume. Where her waist met her hips, the curve of her flesh rose distinctly, tracing an inverted-V silhouette.
Her upper body tapered sharply into a tight, elegant waist before flaring out at the ribs to form a graceful inverted-triangle shape leading to her shoulders. Her thick, raven-black hair was tied into a high ponytail that cascaded down her snow-white back like a dark waterfall.
Sister Lan Yan was breathtakingly beautiful—enough to utterly captivate Li Dong—yet this agile, lovely body was currently straddling another man.
With her thighs spread wide, the tender, fleshy lips of her sex were clearly visible; the delicate folds were forced open by the massive, flushed head of the man's cock.
As Sister Lan Yan slowly lowered herself, the tender lips parted further; a streak of thick, white, arousing fluid squeezed onto the shaft as the entire head of the penis vanished into her honeyed depths.
*Squelch... slurp...*
Her round, full buttocks sank all the way down; her anus contracted slightly as the shaft stretched her tight opening into a perfect circle, causing white fluids to overflow. After a moment, Sister Lan Yan's full, firm, and rounded buttocks began to move—not bobbing up and down, but circling fluidly back and forth and side to side.
While an ordinary woman might appear sluggish performing such a move, Sister Lan Yan's slender yet powerful waist swayed with graceful ease; her large, round buttocks swiveled with incredible lightness and sex appeal, her muscles rippling like water as her waist undulated like a serpent.
Her large buttocks ground against Qin Yan's skin—much like grinding ink—causing the flesh to compress and bulge, spilling over the edges of his hip bones.
A wet, squelching sound filled the air as the friction at their junction churned out a thick, viscous white fluid flecked with fine foam.
Qin Yan's body gave a slight shudder; his hands suddenly shot out to grab Sister Lan Yan's ample, perky breasts, kneading them firmly. Simultaneously, he braced his thighs and thrust upward with force, violently grinding against her core.
"Ah...!"
Sister Lan Yan let out a sharp cry; her body—from her buttocks to her beautiful back—went taut. Fragrant sweat trickled down the graceful, deep curve of her spine as she threw her head back, her thick black ponytail swaying behind her.
Yet, she did not stop; she persisted, swaying her slender waist and swiveling her hips to press down against Qin Yan's upward thrusts. With a powerful tremor in her long, shapely legs—her calves smooth and full—she suddenly lifted her massive, rounded buttocks, revealing the large cock beneath, now slick and coated in white fluid. In the next instant, her ample buttocks sank back down, swallowing the entire length of his cock once more. Sister Lan-Yan moaned, sweat beading and rolling off her skin; she seemed to be struggling to contain the overwhelming stimulation and pleasure, yet she moved with remarkable agility and rhythm, rising and falling to milk him.
Every time she sank all the way down, Qin Yan's body shuddered, and he gasped heavily, his mouth agape.
His large hands gripped her voluptuous breasts with a fierce intensity—knuckles white and veins bulging as if he might crush them—yet the firm, full flesh, though squeezed and bulging between his fingers, stubbornly held its shape.
As her body heaved, the muscles along the sides of her breasts tightened, making the massive mounds strain as if trying to break free from his grasp.
Slick with sweat, they became too slippery to hold; the two huge, shapely breasts suddenly sprang from his hands, bouncing joyfully as if celebrating their newfound freedom.
"Stop... hah..."
Qin Yan's eyes widened, his face contorted with the strain of his heavy panting. His cock felt numb and electrified; each time it was swallowed by her honeyed depths, the powerful vaginal muscles squeezed and twisted around it—a sensation like a slick, fleshy blade scraping intensely from base to tip, as if peeling the very skin from his glans.
His cock burned with heat and a tingling numbness. Waves of intense pleasure and exquisite, aching sensation coursed through his body like electric currents, blanking his mind and turning even his breathing into a raw expression of lust. The pleasure had built to the brink of the absolute limit; pain and ecstasy were becoming indistinguishable. Yet, that massive, shapely backside continued to deliver intense, crushing thrusts—bearing down with the weight of a mountain—pushing the situation to the verge of total surrender.
From Li Dong's perspective, however, he was left dumbfounded by this raw, unadorned clash of flesh.
In his eyes, Sister Lan Yan was straddling Qin Yan with practiced ease. Her round, snowy buttocks lifted sharply, drawing the cock out, only to quickly swallow it whole again. Leaning slightly forward and arching her upper body, she moved with a rhythmic sway—rising and falling using only the strength of her waist and hips—riding him with the fluid expertise of a seasoned horsewoman.
As her ample backside rhythmically engulfed Qin Yan's cock, a tingling sensation washed over Li Dong; he realized that such mastery meant this was far from the first time she had ridden a man in this manner.