Fucking the Qin Family's Second Miss
Xiao Yi stopped moving. Only the base of his cock was still buried inside her, his heavy balls pressed against the soft flesh of her ass. He narrowed his eyes and admired the woman beneath him, all those scorching curves and that reckless body, and couldn’t help thinking: if he hadn’t transmigrated into this world, how would he ever have had the chance to fuck such a stunning woman?
Feeling his cock tightly wrapped by Qin Jintong’s scorching, snug cunt, the soft inner walls contracting ring after ring and sucking at his shaft, a wave of numb pleasure surged through him. Her cunt, barely broken in, was much tighter than a mature woman’s; even leaving his dick sitting there without moving felt unbelievably good.
Qin Jintong only felt her lower body swollen and full, that familiar yet unfamiliar sensation stirring up a shameful, irresistible strange heat in her. It made the skin all over her body flush red. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to resist the humiliating pleasure, but even with her lip nearly bitten through, she could still clearly feel her pussy spasming, clenching and sucking on its own.
Naturally, Xiao Yi had no idea what turmoil she was feeling inside. He bent down and wrapped his arms around Qin Jintong’s supple body, then brought both hands around from behind to grip and knead her full, white breasts. At the same time his hips began to move lightly, the rounded head of his cock nudging shallowly against her cervix. With his mouth close to her ear, he teased, “The Second Miss really is the daughter of a rich family. Your cunt is so tight I’m almost unable to take it!”
“Shut up!”
Qin Jintong cried out weakly. Thinking of how her pure body had been defiled by a man again, thinking of how she had betrayed Lu Chengyu once more, she couldn’t help closing her eyes. Tears welled and spilled from the corners of her eyes, but under the man’s thrusting cock, the numbness deep in her womb gradually turned into a fierce rush of pleasure, and her breathing grew more and more ragged.
“The Second Miss’s pussy is sucking my cock. You want it that badly?”
Xiao Yi kept teasing her as he pulled his hips back, slowly drawing out a little of his cock. The tender flesh inside her cunt immediately clenched violently, tugging at his shaft as if reluctant to let it go. But the next second, the half-withdrawn cock, slick with sticky wet juices, plunged back in again, and the head of his cock slammed heavily into her soft sweet spot.
“Ah! Bastard, go easier!”
Qin Jintong screamed as a large amount of warm juice squeezed out from the tightly locked joining of their bodies.
“So much juice! Second Miss, you’re such a fountain, your cunt is soaked through!”
After saying that, Xiao Yi straightened up again and grabbed hold of the rounded lines of her ass. He drew his hips back, slowly pulling his cock out of the muddy cunt until only the head remained hanging at the entrance, then drove forward brutally, the glans smashing directly into her most sensitive spot.
“Ahhh... no... it hurts...”
Qin Jintong’s voice turned sharp and high. Her slender waist arched violently, the white, full breasts hanging in the rent of her burgundy knitted top trembling hard. Her long black-clad legs shuddered nonstop, her toes inside her high heels curling tightly as a hot, sticky stream of juice burst from the depths of her pussy and spilled continuously from between their joined bodies. It was obvious she had climaxed.
“You came again? The Second Miss’s body is even more sensitive than I thought.”
Xiao Yi kneaded her ass cheeks hard, the corners of his mouth lifting as he said playfully, “If Lu Chengyu knew you’d already been brought to two orgasms by me so quickly, would he still treat you like his white moonlight?”
“You... shameless... bastard... ah...”
Hearing that name, Qin Jintong’s pretty face, flushed red with lust, showed an expression of shame and fury. Lu Chengyu’s figure involuntarily surfaced in her mind. She suddenly remembered how the two of them had once promised to walk into marriage together, but now her filthy cunt was being fucked by another man’s cock.
At that thought, her long lashes trembled nonstop, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
Just then Xiao Yi slapped her ass again. Her slim waist arched sharply, then she collapsed back onto the bed, her whole body trembling slightly. The cunt that had just climaxed clenched again from that one strike, and clear juices slowly ran down the inside of her thighs.
Xiao Yi hooked his hands around her slender waist and mercilessly thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Then he sped up, pumping in and out of her cervix dozens of times before driving in hard again.
He forced himself all the way into the deepest part of her pussy, smashing into the soft sweet spot.
Under the rapid, rhythmic pounding, the two red cheeks of Qin Jintong’s ass trembled nonstop, rippling with wave after wave of flesh until they were even a little swollen. That wet, alluring slit was brutally ground by his cock again and again, the two plump, tender lips of her pussy flipping in and out with every stroke, sending out streak after streak of crystal-clear juice that drew a silver thread through the air. Even the faint "pfft" sounds of the juices leaving her cunt could be heard.
Qin Jintong’s pretty face, flushed crimson by desire, twisted slightly with each impact. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying her best to hold back the moans that were about to spill out, but when the head of his cock smashed into her sweet spot, she still couldn’t help lifting her long, elegant neck and drawing a line of pure white grace through the air. Her full red lips parted slightly, revealing a pink tongue, and a restrained, wanton moan slipped from the depths of her throat: “Ah~ mm~ uh~ ah~”
The sound was both painful and pleasurable, full of contradiction.
But her body simply would not obey her. Her waist and hips unconsciously met each thrust, her sex eagerly taking the cock, her cunt clamping around the man’s shaft without leaving the slightest gap.
Xiao Yi directly used the intercourse technique he had learned in his previous life from Japanese porn and had also used on the flight attendant before: one moment nine shallow thrusts and one deep, the next three fast and four slow, while thrusting and twisting his hips at the same time so that the head of his cock kept grinding against her sweet spot. He fucked harder and harder, driving the Qin family’s Second Miss into a dazed haze, her soft gasps coming one after another, her eyes blurred and unfocused. The unprecedented pleasure made her delicate body convulse in waves, slick juices pouring out and dripping onto the bedsheets, darkening and spreading the wet patch wider and wider.
Xiao Yi kept working his thick cock in and out at an unhurried pace, then released Qin Jintong’s bound hands, took her wrists, and hauled her body up so she was half-kneeling on the bed. He took her crystal earlobe and a strand of hair into his mouth and breathed, “Wife, your cunt is beautiful. Second Miss, your cunt is so tight it feels amazing clamping down on your husband!”
Qin Jintong’s head was a mess of long, disheveled hair. Her long lashes were dotted with sparkling tears, and through the strands of hair her beautiful eyes were full of dazed moisture. The repeated pounding had already sent her consciousness sinking further and further. Her curvaceous body kept writhing, her waist swaying back and forth with the man’s thrusts, and the full globes of her breasts rippled in her chest. Her pink nipples, already hard, trembled faintly in the air.
Meanwhile the tender cunt below her was even more like a traitor, opening like a small red mouth with all its strength to take the huge invader, clinging tightly to the cock driving in and out. It also kept seeping out more juice, giving the intruding shaft lubrication so that each thrust slid in smoother and deeper.
Her high moans were no longer restrained either. They grew more and more moving, more and more wanton, as if they were about to tear open the long-repressed desire hidden deep inside her heart.
The slap of flesh against flesh rang out nonstop, echoing through the room and stoking the volcanic heat of both their desires.
And at the far end of the same floor, in a spacious, bright study, Qin Zhenshan and Wen Yalan were each seated at their own desks, busy with work.
Because the couple both had to handle company affairs in their daily lives, this study was extremely large. A full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows drew all of the afternoon sunlight into the room, making the entire space feel especially open and bright.