ENC 56 (H)

Chapter 56: The Lewd and Wanton Woman

Warning: Mature Content! 

Wei Shi calmly put on a condom, his slender fingers forming a stark contrast with his thick m*nhood.

“I’ve held back for so long, how can once be enough?” His words had just fallen when his captivating peach blossom eyes lifted and met hers.

Shen Shuman’s heart suddenly shook.

Though engaging in the same act of love-making, he was vastly different from her disheveled state—

He was composed, his countenance serene, radiant like carved jade. Apart from the dampness of his hair and a few red marks she had left on him, he seemed utterly relaxed.

Faced with such allure, Shen Shuman’s blood surged, and she bit her lip. Suddenly, she felt that having another round wouldn’t hurt.

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Tl pweeldzu tayccle bla vbktb, pralyekdt kv yryav lqqsavzlppzu, qsaxkdt y rlaqlnv przkv.

Her smooth, hairless private area, like a cardamom drooping after a spring rain, was crystal clear. A small red bud protruded from the center of a fine slit.

“It seems you learned ballet… your flexibility is truly impressive,” he murmured, suddenly recalling the image of her dancing on stage in a performance years ago.

Back then, she was not yet ten years old, and although young, her dance was elegant and noble.

With a raise of her hand and a kick of her leg, the lotus-like skirt swayed with her movements, resembling a blooming water lily in his heart.

“Do you know?” Shen Shuman blinked her watery eyes, reminiscing about childhood memories. It turned out that the figure she glimpsed at the corner of her eye during that performance was not an illusion.

“Uh-huh…” He didn’t say much, aligning the meat blade with the slippery entrance and smoothly inserting it into her not yet fully closed opening.

“Ah!~” The opening that had just been emptied was once again filled, and she instinctively let out a low exclamation.

After the intense love making moments ago, her flesh was still dripping wet.

As he penetrated, it felt as if he was immersing his flesh r*d into warm water, tightly snug and comfortable.

He lowered his body, hands supporting her on the side as a pivot point. After adjusting his posture, he began to move his lower body.

Deep within the passage, it was heavily moist, but the entrance was narrow like a small-mouthed vase, and it was being blocked by a considerably mismatched large flesh r*d, trapping all the honey bubbles inside.

Between thrusts, he skillfully teased, the flesh r*d stirring the tender opening, creating a rhythmic “plop plop” sound that echoed in the room.

Having just cl*maxed moments ago, this time he wasn’t as impatient. Instead, he skillfully and methodically enjoyed the act.

He advances with each thrust, the large mushroom-shaped tip grinding against the tight tender flesh, sequentially brushing past her sensitive spots.

As he withdraws, the glans of his p*nis hooks the coquettish flesh outward, drawing out a pool of sticky nectar, leaving a sticky silver thread connecting them at the point of their union.

“Wei Shi…” Shen Shuman was somewhat dissatisfied with his leisurely pace, unexpectedly longing for the vigor he had just demonstrated when he almost screwed her to death.

Wei Shi cast a glance at her, and those hands, capable of playing exquisite melodies, seized her tender bosom. He watched as her soft br*asts changed shape beneath his palms.

“Want it faster? Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow, a hint of wickedness escaping from his eyes, sending shivers down her spine, sensing trouble.

As expected, he made a request: “Call me ‘husband’ a few more times, let me hear it. The way you called just now sounded really pleasant.”

Just now… Shen Shuman felt extremely embarrassed. She was in the midst of climax, her brain deprived of oxygen, her consciousness foggy, which made her unable to help but utter those words.

Now, asking her to call again was a bit embarrassing.

“Husband…” She shyly called out, covering her face with both hands.

Shen Shuman was easily embarrassed. He chuckled, gently pulling her hands away, placing them on either side of her head.

His distinctly defined fingertips slipped into the gaps between her fingers, intertwining firmly with hers.

He seemed trance-like, as if in a fleeting moment, he would grow old holding her hand.

He slightly increased the speed, not in a hurry to satisfy his own physiological needs. Thus, he intentionally adjusted the direction and speed, eliciting her pleasure.

“Ah!” She exclaimed excitedly, her legs entwining around his waist, actively lifting her hips to match his movements.

A captivating face, a graceful and slender figure, coupled with lascivious sounds and movements – despite her usual poise and self-restraint, at this moment, she indeed felt a bit like a “seductive vixen.”

He planted a kiss on her soft lips, then sensually licked her lip, his voice husky, adding a touch of bubbly sound, saying, “Call again.”

His voice, falling into her ears, rivaled the enchanting songs of the sirens in Greek mythology, highly seductive.

She willingly transformed into a sailor losing direction, enticed by him, sailing forward.

And then, like countless others, she ran aground and sank, leaving behind a pair of white bones in his sea.

“Husband~ Husband…” With each call, the speed of his thrusts increased. In no time, he surged forward like a rocket filled with fuel and power.

The man’s pubic bone struck against her soft mound, his sh*ft charging like a valiant warrior into her pink cave.

The two round t*sticles below “slapped” against her b*ttocks, moistened by the splattering lewd fluids.

“Ah~ Gently… Husband, it’s too much…”

Once again, she lost consciousness, immersed in the pleasure he brought, her flesh convulsing, tightening around the relentlessly moving large sh*ft.

His exhaled  scorching breath, rapid and heavy, showered onto her neck, hiding in her veins, boiling her blood. She regretted the shortness of the spring night, only able to indulge for a moment, unable to be entwined with him every moment.

He thrust vigorously and forcefully for a while. Only when she cl*maxed again did he slowly roar, holding her tightly, the gl*ns directly pressing against her p*ssy, releasing.