Xue Lan lay sprawled across the crimson sheets, her body a temple of ruin and desperate need. Her legs remained wide open, spread shalessly, her inner thighs streaked with slick and cum. Her pussy gaped slightly, twitching, leaking Chi Jiao's thick, potent seed in heavy, glistening trails down onto the bed.
Lin Mu knelt nearby, trembling, hard, helpless, his cock drooling a steady line of precum onto the floor as he watched.
Chi Jiao stood tall at the edge of the bed, cock still fully erect, glistening with a mixture of Lin Mu's saliva and her own pre-cum. Each slow throb made her heavy shaft bounce and twitch, thick veins pulsing with every beat of her heart.
Xue Lan stirred with a soft, broken moan.
Her fingers drifted languidly down her body—over the flushed swells of her breasts, their stiff, needy nipples, across her trembling belly—and between her splayed thighs.
She dipped her fingers into her leaking pussy and lifted them, dripping with cum.
She sared it across her lower stomach and breasts, painting herself in the thick, milky offering Chi Jiao had given her.
Then her dazed, half-lidded eyes locked onto Chi Jiao's cock—and they widened with naked hunger.
Xue Lan reached out, fingers weak but insistent, wrapping around the thick shaft. She moaned at the feel of it, the heat, the weight.
"Please," she gasped, voice wrecked, pleading. "Please... give more."
Her legs shifted, spreading even wider, hips canting up shalessly.
"Fill again," she whimpered. "Ruin more."
Chi Jiao chuckled low in her throat—a dark, satisfied sound—and stepped forward, her cock dragging against Xue Lan's cum-slick belly.
She didn't hesitate.
She grabbed Xue Lan's hips and lined herself up again, pressing the fat, throbbing head of her cock back against the gaping, needy entrance of Lin Mu's wife.
Lin Mu moaned brokenly as he watched.
Xue Lan's body responded imdiately.
Her thighs trembled. Her toes curled. Her breathing ca in short, desperate gasps.
And then Chi Jiao thrust.
Hard.
The sound of wet, ssy penetration filled the room—**an obscene, squelching slap**—as Chi Jiao buried herself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Xue Lan scread.
Her back arched off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples stiff and flushed a deep pink.
Her pussy stretched obscenely around Chi Jiao's thick shaft, her inner walls spasming around the massive invader.
"Yes—*yes*—gods, *yes*!" Xue Lan sobbed.
Chi Jiao grinned down at her conquest and drew back—only to slam forward again, harder.
The bed rocked beneath them.
Lin Mu stared, srized, broken.
Xue Lan's body was glorious in her ruin:
Her pale skin glead with sweat.
Her breasts jiggled with every savage thrust.
Her stomach bulged slightly each ti Chi Jiao bottod out inside her, stretching her womb.
Her pussy clung desperately to every inch of cock, trying to pull it deeper.
Her sounds were music to Chi Jiao's ears—raw, unfiltered, desperate:
"Deeper—deeper—gods, yes—fuck apart!"
"More—harder—*fill again*!"
Chi Jiao grabbed Xue Lan's ankles and folded her legs back, bending her wife nearly in half to drive even deeper.
"Look at her," Chi Jiao growled, turning her gaze to Lin Mu. "Look how she's begging. Look how much she needs ."
Lin Mu whimpered, his cock twitching untouched.
"She'll never beg like that for you," Chi Jiao said, punctuating each word with another savage thrust.
Xue Lan cried out again, her voice breaking into a keening, helpless moan.
"You're in my womb," she gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're fucking my womb!"
"Good," Chi Jiao grunted. "I'm going to own it."
The slapping of flesh grew louder, faster.
Sweat dripped from Chi Jiao's muscular fra, her large breasts swinging as she pounded harder, relentless, rciless.
Xue Lan's body couldn't resist—her pussy spasd violently, clenching around Chi Jiao's thick girthy cock, milking her for all she was worth.
Her orgasm ripped through her body like a tidal wave.
"*I'm cumming—I'm cumming—don't stop!*"
She scread it, voice cracking, body thrashing under Chi Jiao's dominance.
And Chi Jiao didn't stop.
She growled low and thrust harder, deeper, claiming Xue Lan's body even as she shook and cried and begged for more.
Outside, the crowd grew louder, gasps and whispers bleeding through the door.
Inside, Xue Lan shattered again and again, her body reduced to nothing but a quivering, sobbing, pleasure-drenched ss.
And Lin Mu knelt there, helpless, hard, and weeping—watching the love of his life be fucked into oblivion by a cock he could never hope to match.
"Don't stop," Xue Lan sobbed, reaching for Chi Jiao's slick shoulders. "Please—don't stop—*ruin again!*"
And Chi Jiao, grinning wickedly, obliged.
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