Feeling the vulva gradually becoming oily and moist, the vulva becoming more erect, the two wet labia slightly clamping in response to the glans, the snowy buttocks rising higher and higher, unconsciously twisting as if actively pursuing the glans.
Florence revealed a smile.
With a slight downward thrust, he aimed the large glans at the vulva again. The soft, moist labia parted the glans, clinging softly to the tip, a faint suction within the vulva, as if impatiently extending an invitation.
Just then, Florence frowned slightly.
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On the street, chaos reigned, the vehicles from the same convoy haphazardly piled together.
Corpses lay scattered around, while the remaining fighters continued their fierce exchange of fire, as if they were mortal enemies.
This area was considered the "city center" of the company district; the emergency calls were inundated, but for some reason, no officials arrived, allowing the gunfight to escalate.
However, the gunfire soon began to thin out, as a masked "ninja" wielding two katanas was wreaking havoc. His efficiency was remarkable; even those hiding behind Egg's car were swiftly sliced open, blood flowing freely.
Soon, only one person remained on one side of the fight.
Luo Ming.
Hattori Harris, wielding two blood-dripping swords, slowly walked towards Luo Ming.
Just a short while earlier.
Luo Ming frowned, watching the scenery flash by outside the window.
He sensed something was amiss. Something was wrong; the route had clearly passed Xue Tang's district, yet the car hadn't stopped.
He immediately called the lead car, asking what was going on, but received no response.
Luo Ming's sense of danger was strong. He glanced at the unmoved Hattori Harris beside him, his heart sinking. He quietly reached behind his back.
"What are you doing?"
Hattori Harris looked at him with a half-smile.
Luo Ming suddenly drew the gun hidden behind his back, but instead of aiming at Hattori Harris, he shot the driver in the back of the head.
Blood splattered, and the vehicle immediately went out of control, crashing into the guardrail. Luo Ming quickly pushed open the door and scrambled out.
At the same time, the entire convoy was in chaos. When their calls went unanswered, Luo Ming immediately activated the control chip he had implanted in the security personnel, opening fire on those in the convoy who didn't respond to commands.
However, even with Luo Ming's swift reaction, Hattori Harris, as the "strongest" fighter, intervened, quickly calming the situation.
Luo Ming's jaw trembled as he held the gun, knowing that a handgun powerful enough for an ordinary person was no more threatening than a toy water gun to a Level 3 "Dangerous" enhanced superhuman like Hattori Harris.
"Why did you betray me? Who gave you the benefits?"
Hattori Harris smirked, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "You and your father are as foolish as ever."
"However, you'll soon find out in hell."
"Together with your father."
Hattori Harris raised his knife, ready to reap the man's head. Suddenly, a luxurious vehicle stopped in front of him.
An old man, hunched over, his face deeply wrinkled like tree bark, stepped out.
He glanced at Hattori Harris, instantly freezing the ninja in place, as if stared at by a ferocious beast.
The old man then turned his gaze to the terrified Luo Ming, a glint of something unusual in his eyes.
He hadn't expected to encounter someone with such a unique constitution while passing through this place; this person's constitution was at least that of a "Primordial Child."
This is also one of the constitutions possessing "yang energy." Although far inferior to the Eight Yang Constitution, the Yuan Tong constitution is still quite rare, belonging to the category of exceptionally gifted individuals. His physique and physical strength surpass those of ordinary people by a significant margin.
He is a good seed for cultivation; if nurtured from a young age, he might not be much worse than someone with the Eight Yang Constitution.
However, this person lost his virginity too early, limiting his potential. But this constitution can still be used as a backup body for possession.
Thinking of this, the old servant flashed over, tapped Luo Ming on the back of the neck to render him unconscious, and then notified the Jiang family members following behind to remove him.
He glanced at Hattori Harris; with the intimidation technique he used based on his soul cultivation, this Japanese ninja would likely be unable to move for at least a day.
Immediately afterward, the old servant vanished from the spot in a flash.
...
Florents frowned.
He seemed to sense something and suddenly withdrew, his engorged penis, trailing a long strand of saliva, separating from Xue Tang's vulva.
"That's enough for today."
Xue Tang bit her cherry lips, her beautiful, watery eyes, brimming with desire, now showing a hint of confusion and astonishment.
Florence said nothing and simply left. Having "died" more than once, he was naturally more cautious and valued his life.
Xue Tang lowered her head and hooked on her high heels, her thick, black hair cascading down, covering her snow-white breasts. Her thighs were pressed together, her calves spread to the sides, forming an alluring inward-pointing shape with her bare, smooth legs.
Just this simple movement, rubbing against her sensitive labia, caused Xue Tang to let out a soft "Ah!", her legs trembling as if she were about to collapse.
Xue Tang bit her cherry lips tightly, her breath ragged and panting heavily.
A burning heat seemed to ignite in her lower abdomen, a tingling, crawling sensation spreading through her thighs. She couldn't help but rub her thighs together slightly, the moist, sticky fluid seeping into her labia and even flowing down her inner thighs.
Her yin nature was too sensitive; the arousal she had just experienced didn't subside quickly.
She couldn't resist reaching her hand towards her crotch, but the moment she touched her clitoris, she cried out, her legs buckling, and she squatted down. Her small hand slipped between her labia, which resembled ripe orchid petals, and began to knead and rub them.
"Mmm...uh...uh~"
The waiter in the next booth, curious about the sudden end of their "battle," heard a soft, sobbing moan.
Then, the two jade-like legs buckled, and she squatted down, her smooth, round, full buttocks once again coming into view.
Between two peach-petal-like, snow-white buttocks, her labia were full and swollen, plump and tender, shaped like camel's toes, yet tinged with a faint blush, moist and glistening with an alluring sheen.
A slender, delicate hand rested on her thigh, two tender, bamboo shoot-like fingers slipping between her labia. The second knuckle gently rubbed her erect clitoris, while the first knuckle curved and plunged into her tender opening, probing and stirring with a gurgling sound like muddy water.
The love juice dripped almost in strands, leaving glistening droplets on the ground.
The beauty's soft moans were like a lament, her honeyed lips suddenly trembled a few times, the probing fingers abruptly paused, her snow-white buttocks trembled slightly, her anus tightened, and a spray of water gushed from her honeyed orifice.
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After the beauty had left...
The waiter pushed open the stall door and entered the next cubicle. A puddle of glistening water on the floor seemed still slightly warm, releasing a musky, alluring scent.
The waiter inhaled deeply, as if trying to memorize the aroma.
Then he noticed a pair of sheer stockings draped over the partition, seemingly ruined by stains and left there.
He picked up the slightly damp stockings and inhaled deeply, especially the toes—the delicate, ethereal fragrance, mingled with a subtle, sweet scent of sweat, was almost intoxicating.
Then he sat on the toilet, encasing his rock-hard, burning-hot penis in the almost invisible, silky black stockings, fantasizing that he was the "protagonist" from before, and began to stroke his penis rapidly with low growls.
"Hiss!"
The scene he had just witnessed was tinged with fantasy, as if the stockings covering his penis were that smooth, delicate, peach-like, tender vulva.
"Ah!"
An unprecedented pleasure erupted. The waiter's neck stiffened, his penis almost piercing through the stockings, the glans pushing open the soft silk threads at the toes, and scalding semen gushed out like a volcanic eruption.
Stains of semen soaked the stockings, trickling down his toes, as if symbolizing his defiled purity…