That night.
The bathroom lights were still that dim, warm tone that left no room for hiding.
When I pushed open the door, Zhou Huixin was already standing there.
No longer the panic or passive waiting of the previous two nights, she hung her head, her hands helplessly dangling at her sides, twisting the edges of her silk nightgown.
Its eyes darted around, yet they kept glancing at my lower body like nails, as if checking if its prey was still there.
This time, before I could even speak, or even get close, they did it.
She moved.
The hand hanging at his side trembled slightly but firmly as it reached out.
Without hesitation, he reached straight for the elastic band of my pajama pants.
My fingertips were icy cold, trembling slightly, yet I found the spot with remarkable precision, untied it, and pulled it down.
Although her movements were stiff and clumsy, the very act of making a clear goal signaled a shift in her mindset—from a recipient to an implementer to some extent, even if it was a forced implementation.
My enormous member, already swollen with anticipation, was once again exposed to the warm yellow light, standing proudly erect.
The familiar process began again. She knelt down, obediently lowering her head, and once again took the monstrous object into her warm mouth.
I've gotten used to the kneeling position.
The rhythm of swallowing and spitting out in the mouth has also become regular.
The tongue's entanglement seemed to be trained, knowing exactly where to press against the coronal sulcus to most evoke my trembling.
The sounds of swallowing, sucking, and the sticky, watery sounds between lips and tongue filled the small space.
Time flowed silently. The tiles below her knees were cold, and her legs seemed to be struggling to support her weight, shifting slightly.
However... it took too long.
Ten minutes?
Twenty minutes?
I could feel that the inside of her mouth was starting to dry out, and her movements were becoming tired and sluggish. The alluring whimpers were gone from deep in her throat, leaving only a mechanical, strained rhythm.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a few strands of hair at his temples were damp.
Pleasure is like an ever-accumulating tide, yet the breaking point can never be found.
My body was tense, but deep inside my abdomen felt like there was a stubborn rock stuck there.
I frowned and impatiently tugged at the hair at the back of her head: "Hurry up... Haven't you eaten?"
She let out a muffled "hmm" sound, heavy with exhaustion and grievance. Her movements seemed to quicken slightly, but the dryness of her fatigue became even more pronounced.
Saliva production seemed unable to keep up with the high-frequency friction, and a faint, slight pain was felt at the tip of the glans.
No. It's not exciting enough.
The overwhelming climax of fear and terror that had occurred in the office during the day flashed through his mind, followed by the image of her full, alluring curves beneath her shirt... and then an even more wicked and utterly wicked thought surged into his mind.
I abruptly grabbed her chin, forcing her to lift her face, which was covered in fine sweat and showed signs of fatigue, with glistening saliva at the corners of her mouth. "Spit it out."
She obediently opened her mouth, and my hot, throbbing member, glistening with moisture, slid out with a soft "pop." She looked at me blankly, her lips red and slightly swollen.
"Opening your mouth won't help." My gaze, filled with scrutiny and blatant lust, fell on the alluring curve of her nightgown's neckline.
Those two mounds, still perky and full under the silk fabric, were even more voluptuous and mature than Shen Youyi's, hanging heavily like ripe fruit.
"Change to this spot." I pointed, my voice firm and resolute.
Zhou Huixin's face instantly flushed crimson, as if it were on fire. She abruptly lowered her head, instinctively clutching her chest with both hands, her voice barely audible: "No...no! This...how can this..."
"Why not?" I took a step closer, looking down at her curled-up, vulnerable posture, my tone full of absolute control. "Lift up your clothes and use your breasts to clamp it."
She shuddered, her fingers gripping the edge of her nightgown tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
His body froze in place, as if bound by invisible ropes.
Humiliation and an indescribable stirring of emotion were fiercely tug-of-war in her eyes.
The standoff lasted only a few seconds.
Under my increasingly impatient gaze, Zhou Huixin's resistance was extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind.
She resignedly loosened her grip on the collar, her fingers trembling slightly as if touching a hot iron, and carefully pinched the two thin straps of the sheer silk nightgown at the chest.
"Swish—"
The bra strap was gently peeled off, sliding down her rounded shoulders. Then, with an extremely slow, suffocating sense of shame, she wrapped her hands around and cupped her full, heavy breasts.
Under the light, her two full, snow-white breasts, like newly peeled pieces of soft jade, were exposed without reservation.
The two small nipples at the top, like newly blossoming berries, are a very pale cherry pink, and stand erect slightly hard under the light.
Her full breasts slid slightly to the sides under the influence of gravity, but were gently lifted and gathered together by her own arms.
The size is truly astonishing; the full, heavy flesh possesses a mature charm that no girl who has never experienced love can ever match.
A silent inhalation seemed to fill the air.
I could see her body trembling slightly, her cheeks were as red as if they were about to bleed, and her earlobes were a bright red.
Her head was bowed very low, and her long eyelashes trembled wildly like butterfly wings, obscuring her eyes which were filled with extreme shyness.
Even her fair neck and collarbone were tinged with a faint pink.
She didn't dare look at me, but instead forcefully lifted those two heavy, soft mounds of jade upwards, pushing that deep, mysterious cleavage to its extreme.
The full snow-covered hills were compressed and deformed, forming a dark and deep valley that made one's blood boil.
Her delicate cleavage was slightly red from being squeezed, and her skin was so smooth and flawless that it resembled the finest white porcelain under the light, reflecting a hazy glow.
I didn't say anything, I just straightened my back.
The hot, thick, purplish-red glans, covered in her saliva, pressed heavily and unceremoniously against the entrance to the cleavage that she had made even tighter by holding it up with her hands!
"Ugh...!" A suppressed sob rolled through her throat, and her body trembled violently.
The sudden, scalding hardness struck her, and her arms, which were supporting her chest, instinctively tried to loosen their grip, but were forcibly pressed down at the last moment, tightly enveloping the scalding hardness between her two soft breasts.
It was more exciting than I imagined.
Those two smooth, warm mounds of flesh possessed astonishing elasticity and weight, like a hot iron wrapped in the finest velvet lining.
The full, fleshy breasts tightly enveloped the pillar, bringing an unparalleled feeling of tight pressure and smooth, tender warmth.
The sensitive coronal sulcus at the tip was softly rubbed by the elastic tip of the deep groove. The heavy, mature, and warm touch from the mother's body, mixed with the stimulation of shame and taboo, was a hundred times more intense than the oral cavity!
The primal urges were instantly ignited by this novel stimulation, savagely overcoming all restraint.
"Move!" My command lashed out like a whip, "Give me...knead your breasts!"
Zhou Huixin's body trembled violently again.
The shame of resignation mixed with a strange thrill of being completely controlled made her feel as if she had turned on another switch.
She strained to lift and squeeze her breasts upwards, making those two mounds of smooth, soft flesh clamp down on my hot rod even more forcefully.
Then, I started to slide up and down awkwardly and clumsily.
"Mmm...uh..." she let out a suppressed moan, with a sobbing tone at the end.
That was fucking awesome!
slip!
greasy!
bomb!
Moisturizing!
full!
The all-around fleshy pressure, envelopment, and friction from those enormous breasts is something that the mouth simply cannot compare to!
With each upward thrust, the glans could feel those two small, hard berries rubbing against the area below the urethra, bringing a strange stimulation!
With each downward slide, the soft, tender flesh at the bottom of the cleavage squeezes and rubs hard against my bulging, veiny penis!
What's even more thrilling is—
Perhaps they felt the stimulation wasn't thorough enough, or perhaps they were indulging in this forbidden service.
After rubbing her breasts rhythmically up and down for a while, Zhou Huixin slightly adjusted the position of her hands that were cupping her breasts, revealing the deep cleavage a little more.
She turned her head slightly and obediently pressed her cheek against the top of her own breast.
Then, just as I was thrusting upwards again, my glans almost emerging from the top of her cleavage—she opened her mouth and, with perfect ease and perfect understanding, took the emerging, purplish-red, hot glans into her mouth once more!
Breast sex combined with oral sex!
The slippery flesh of her breasts pushed and rubbed against the shaft of the penis, while her warm, moist lips sucked and enveloped the sensitive head of the penis. Her flexible and soft tongue skillfully and greedily licked and entwined around the glans and urethral opening!
A triple attack! It's like my soul is being sucked out!
"Ugh... Uh ah..." Zhou Huixin herself let out a muffled, sticky moan, whether from exhaustion or stimulation, it was hard to tell.
Sweat dripped from her fair, full breasts, and her movements became faster and more practiced. Her hands frantically squeezed and kneaded her breasts, and the two astonishing mounds of white flesh rippled breathtakingly under the light.
With each sucking and swallowing motion, she made increasingly rapid, lewd, wet sounds: "sizzle...tsk...pop..."
That blushing, confused, and submissive profile pressed against the snow-covered hill became an extremely obscene image.
All feelings were compressed to the extreme!
The thick, hard object was being frantically squeezed and squeezed by her full breasts, while the glans was being greedily swallowed and sucked by her wet, supple mouth. Her confused moans were like the strongest aphrodisiac!
The accumulated magma could no longer be contained!
A familiar, irresistible, explosive tingling and numbness shot through my lower back! My lower abdomen contracted violently!
"Damn! It's here! Swallow it all!!!"
With a roar like that of a wild beast, I grabbed her hair tightly and thrust my hips forward with the last of my strength! My burning hot shaft was buried deep between her smooth, soft breasts!
"Pfft! Pfft pfft—!!!!"
Like a floodgate bursting open! The pent-up, scalding magma erupted violently! Some of it pounded against the inside of her mouth, which she was sucking on, like a barrage of bullets!
"Ugh! -- Guh-guh-!" She was forced to swallow rapidly, her throat bobbing violently!
More and more turbulent syrup, under immense pressure and angle, failed to enter her mouth, but instead sprayed out violently, like a jet of cream!
He ejaculated violently, fiercely, and continuously deep into the slick, full cleavage where she was desperately lifting and squeezing his massive member!
The scalding, viscous semen, exuding a strong aroma, was poured into that deep cleavage with great force!
It filled the gap instantly!
Then it overflowed, with tremendous force, splashing and flowing freely onto her snow-white, full breasts!
Sliding down that graceful curve, past the erect, cherry-red nipples, it finally converges beneath her still-supporting, forcefully squeezing breasts!
The air seemed to freeze.
The violent ejaculation lasted for more than ten seconds before slowly subsiding. I breathed heavily, looking down at the lewd scene before me.
Her mouth and chin were covered in white fluid.
What's even more suffocating is her chest—the deep cleavage has become a white channel filled with semen, the thick liquid overflowing the small space, with fresh, hot drops constantly sliding down the edges.
The glistening semen, like expensive cream or colostrum, soaked the pink tips of her nipples, meandering and flowing freely across her full, white breasts, creating a viscous, decadent, and visually striking image.
Zhou Huixin knelt there, her hands still in the supporting position, absentmindedly enduring the last bit of sticky, burning sensation sliding down her lower abdomen.
His chest, chin, and mouth were a mess.
Her face, which was originally flushed with shyness, was now only filled with emptiness and confusion, completely destroyed.
After a long while, she seemed to gradually come back to her senses. Her heavy breathing slowly subsided.
She didn't immediately wipe the stains off her body, but silently lowered her head in an almost instinctive, or rather, submissive, manner.
He stuck out his tongue, which was also covered in semen, and very slowly, bit by bit, licked the drop that was clinging to the corner of his mouth.
The movements were careful and gentle, as if licking some lost treasure that had been found again.
Under the light, a drop of pure white semen, about to fall to the ground, clung to the edge of her full, moist lower lip, glistening and stained.