Chapter 155: The Beauty Rides the Trojan Horse

Arc 28: The Beauty Rides the Trojan Horse

Warning:

This arc contains an inters3x character, s3x toys, dub-c0n/non-c0n elements, forced drug usage, multiple partners, multiple insertion, and extremely explicit scenes.

The voluptuous inters3x man, adorned with underwear recently torn off in a passionate embrace by a man, was lying on the vibrating and rocking electric horse, wrinkling his eyebrows and moaning softly.

Inside the now-torn black lace bra, one of his milky white, round br3@sts was exposed. As soon as the man entered the room, he seemed to want to devour the male beauty, grabbing and sucking his chest. The red-colored, bruised n!pple swayed back and forth.

As the room filled with the sounds of moans, the moist, honey-filled cleft was filled with the pulsating phallvs of the ancient machine horse. It moved up and down, in and out, gradually picking up speed. The voluptuous vaginal walls contracted and relaxed; he moaned softly in response to each movement.

With the soft moans of the beauty, the lace ribbon on his bent arm glided down again. The alluring, sweet, and rich br3@sts, full and erect, stood out more in the slender and round curve of the tempting cleavage that was on display. The underwear, now covering only half of his bvttocks, was pulled down during a passionate caress earlier by the man. Now that he was sitting on the electric horse, his clothes were lifted to expose his full, milky-white, swaying globes.

The soft, slippery skin seemed to be made of water, arching beautifully on the constantly swaying electric horse. With a graceful neck tilted upward, he moaned in longing, just like when his lover was intoxicated by his animalistic passion and suckled his full br3@sts earlier. His eyes, now flushed red with unbearable pleasure and desire from being caressed and kissed by him, could not contain his tears at all.

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“Gb… Ty… Gb!… Gb, yb, yb, yb, yb, yb, yb, yb, yb, yb, yb, yb, yb, yb…”

The two large, erect penises of the horse stretched out, adorned with countless twirling bumps that continuously thrvst in and out of the succulent, luscious folds of the two voluptuous, sweet, honey-filled holes. The slippery honey flowed down onto the horse’s body, then down to the cement floor below.

The base of his penis was bound with a c0ck ring, and his phallvs was inserted inside a silicone stick, blocking off the ejacvlation hole.

The person had experienced multiple org@sms in their double penetration play, with his penis swollen and red, but the tip was blocked, unable to release his buildup pleasure.

“Ah… Ah… No… It feels so good… So good that I’d die from it…”

The person, gently leaning on the horse’s back, was overwhelmed with extreme pleasure that made him cry. Shiny tears continued to slide down while he arched his beautiful neck, continually seeking more.

In the dimly lit room, apart from the moans of ecstasy coming from the voluptuous body of the inters3x plaything as it cried in bliss, the vibrating mechanical horse shook with a creaky sound.

In the darkness, the tall man in military attire sat watching as he observed the glistening light beams and the crying person on the electric horse experiencing multiple org@sms.

The pale body, without an ounce of excess fat, had glowed with s3xual desire’s red blush, wearing torn black lace underwear that revealed br3@sts and a bvttocks area so full it reached to the waist. The flowing waters of honey could be seen gushing from between his legs, as well as the flowing nectar within his groin.

The texture of the substance within was like a viscous liquid, and with each insertion, more sticky, honey-like fluid oozed out. The deeper it went in, the more there was, and the more delicate and tender the flesh inside became, nourished by the lustful liquid. Each time the man saw the machine enter the voluptuous beauty, he felt as if he were addicted to it, wanting even more to insert himself, almost dying to be inside of it.

For nearly two hours, swaying on the horse’s back, the slender person’s bottom was in agony, and cvm dripped down onto the saddle. It flooded both sides of the large expanse. Inside the man’s pvssy, the thick honey-like substance mixed with his sweat, making it feel as if his entire body was a lustful vessel, oozing with desire.

The inters3x man arched his neck, swaying on the horse amidst the darkness. Suddenly, the man in the military uniform quickly increased the speed of the wooden horse. The inters3x man’s large br3@sts, which were as round as a water balloon, began to sway with the fast-paced rocking of the horse. The red n!pples atop his heaving bosom drew circles in the quick motion while also swaying back and forth.

“Ah!… Huh, ah!… Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

The beauty cried out at the excitement of the suddenly galloping wooden horse, his delicate body lurching on the horse’s back, those magnificent br3@sts swaying with the fast-paced rocking. His body seemed to be thrvst deeper because of gravity. His t!ts swelled larger in the sudden onslaught of org@sm, and the lustful pvssy convulsed as the forceful water squirted and flowed down his ankles.

“Ah, ah, ah!… Don’t… ! Ah! … Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhh!… No… Ah, ah, ah, ah—!”

On the wooden horse, the phallvs was inanimate and wouldn’t ejacvlate due to the pleasure of the man in heat. The fake penis remained unmoved despite his intense climax. The continuous thrvsting into him during passionate intercourse made him cry out as he reached org@sm. He was then subjected to even more forceful friction, making his body tremble uncontrollably on top of the wooden horse. If it weren’t for the man tying his ankles to the horse’s legs, he would have fallen off.

During a gallop, the up-and-down motion of the horseback caused the man’s br3@sts to bounce wildly, and his wetness flowed down his thighs along with the rhythm of his movements. The beauty was tied up on top of the wooden horse, his body covered in sweat.

He opened his mouth wide, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes as they dripped down his chin. His stomach convulsed frequently during org@sm, and the swollen root of his penis was tied while s3men seeped out, covering the shaft with a sticky white liquid. It had been like this since earlier when it dripped between the wooden horse and the object beneath his stomach.

The man sitting in the darkness licked his lips, cold and cruel, as if he didn’t care about the beautiful scenic spring of org@sm before him. If not for the tent on his military uniform supporting the large canvas behind him, it would seem that the man was completely indifferent to the alluring scene of s3xual pleasure in front of him.

The sound of boots hitting the ground echoed as the man emerged from the shadows. He had a tall and robust build, at around 189 cm.

The man, holding a black whip, arrived in front of the wooden horse. The beauty was crying from the multiple org@sms.

With his gloved hand, he lifted the inters3x person’s tear-streaked face and said, “Now, do you know what to call me?”

Kris Xian’s Note

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