When Li Dong confirmed that the person in the video was indeed Zhao Ziran, his mind went completely blank.
He had never imagined that Zhao Ziran would be in trouble.
His Ziran sister had always been so intelligent, calm, and composed, though her daily life was tinged with a touch of laziness, like hanging her underwear haphazardly.
But she was always so meticulously planned; any perilous crisis would be resolved with the ease of cutting through tofu.
He had considered many possibilities: perhaps Ziran was engaged in some kind of research to solve a problem and couldn't spare the time. Or perhaps she was working with Lan Yan, outwitting and outmaneuvering the enemy...
But he never expected her to appear in such a situation.
The strange premonition, the disbelief and unreality it brought, made his body tremble slightly.
Although he vaguely sensed what was about to happen, he still had to watch.
Because this was the only evidence that confirmed what had happened to Ziran sister.
Slightly recovering from his shock, he noticed that Zhao Zhiran wore light makeup, her smooth, silky hair partially tied into a pretty knot, with thinner strands cascading over her bare shoulders.
The strands glistened, seemingly shimmering with light, accentuating her snow-white, translucent back—indescribably captivating.
A touch of pale purple eyeshadow graced Zhiran's eyes, complementing her long, curved lashes and adding a touch of allure to her originally clear eyes.
Most striking were her lips, painted a rich, deep red lip gloss with a subtle sheen.
It was a stark contrast to Zhiran's cool, moonlit aura, a striking yet incredibly eye-catching red—
The black men noticed Zhao Zhiran's appearance, stopping what they were doing, their eyes wide with astonishment. The radiance of China's most talented woman was simply breathtaking.
Because Sister Zhi Ran rarely wore makeup, her jade-like skin, exquisitely beautiful features, and ethereal, translucent elegance made her beautiful even without makeup, like moonlight spilled on the ground—so pure and elusive.
Therefore, he had never imagined that Sister Zhi Ran would be so captivating with makeup.
Especially the alluring purple eyeshadow and fiery red lips, which seemed to relentlessly extract from Sister Zhi Ran's watery coolness, transforming her into a fiery and seductive allure.
Li Dong noticed that although his penis was erect, the black men didn't immediately pounce on Zhao Zhi Ran. Instead, they lined up in two rows, clearing a path in the middle.
This revealed a red carpet laid out on the ground.
At the end of the red carpet was a small platform with a sofa on it, where several black men who appeared to be of higher status sat.
Zhi Ran began to walk forward, her legs crossed, revealing glimpses of her naked body beneath her skirt, her slender waist swaying gently, her snow-white buttocks bobbing.
As she approached the line of Black men, the two on either side suddenly stepped forward with excited smiles, occupying more than half the space on the red carpet.
Each dark, erect penis, curved upwards, was far thicker and longer than those of people from other continents, like fleshy spears hovering in mid-air. At a glance, the shadows of these penises intertwined, some extended, some erect, resembling venomous dragons breathing hot air.
But this arrangement also evoked the image of guards with their weapons at the ready on the carpet.
And the erect penises, leaving only enough space for a head to turn, made it impossible for Zhi Ran to pass.
At this moment, Zhi Ran made a move that made him involuntarily bite his lip… She bent her knees and gracefully knelt on the ground.
Two snow-white arms, one on each side, grasped the two dark, fleshy penises so close to her.
The shafts were so enormous that Zhi Ran's long, slender fingers couldn't fully encircle them, creating a striking contrast between her white and dark skin. She squeezed her thumb and forefinger around the base, making the veins on the shaft even more prominent.
Then, her smooth fingers tightened between the scrotum and the base, gently twisting, as if imprisoning enough blood; the black man's penis visibly swelled slightly.
Next, her fair hands stroked from the base to the glans, her palm and other fingers also working, gripping the dark mushroom, stroking the glans with a dazzlingly beautiful movement.
"Oh..." the black man tilted his head back, letting out a beast-like sigh.
Then, Zhi Ran made a downward stroking motion, encircling the glans and frenulum with her fingers. She leaned forward slightly, her fair neck close to the glans, her pretty face momentarily obscuring her lips.
But as she pulled her head back, a small, clear red lip print was left on the head of her one-eyed, giant, dark penis, around the open urethral opening.
The lipstick and lip gloss on Zhi Ran's lips were an extremely rich shade, almost a iridescent magenta.
Even on the dark glans, it was remarkably clear, revealing the full, beautiful shape of Zhi Ran's lips.
He stared blankly at the exquisite lip print on his glans, almost unable to reconcile it with the aloof Zhao Zhi Ran.
But reality wouldn't change with his thoughts; Zhao Zhi Ran once again covered his glans with her lips.
Her beautiful lips gradually changed shape on the black mushroom, the tender skin of her full, red lips clinging to the frenulum and the crown of the penis, almost stretching the corners of her lips wide.
But Zhi Ran didn't stop. A pointed, pink tongue peeked out from the edge of her lower lip, appearing unusually thin and moist under the pressure of her lower lip and the shaft.
The tip of her tongue seemed more pointed than usual. He saw that this tongue was exceptionally flexible; despite the limited space, it could still lick and lick, the pointed, sensitive tongue even curling up to tease and provoke the frenulum at the base of the glans.
"Sizzle, slurp~"
The sound recording equipment seemed excellent, transmitting every subtle change in sound.
Zhi Ran's small mouth exhaled warm breath as she continuously sucked on the large glans, the sizzling sound of her tongue teasing and swirling, though faint, was unusually viscous.
Suddenly, Zhi Ran's lips slightly pointed, and her pointed tongue retracted into her mouth, but this didn't signify the end of the activity.
A small swirl appeared on Zhi Ran's snowy cheek, but her delicate skin occasionally twitched and protruded subtly.
Clearly, her little tongue was quietly active inside—
At the same time, the swirl deepened little by little, and Zhi Ran's head tilted back slightly, but her lips, still sucking on the glans, didn't move away even slightly.
It was an exceptionally intense and awe-inspiring sight.
The black man's groaning "Oh" suddenly changed tone, like a quack duck with its neck craned back.
Suddenly, the dark penis spanning Zhi Ran's lips and the black man's crotch twitched spasmodically.
A trickle of semen spilled from her lower lip. Zhi Ran's beautiful eyes flickered, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned forward again, completely embracing the glans in her mouth, enduring the relentless thrusting of the black man's semen. Her swan-like, slender neck trembled slightly, not uttering a single drop.
"Pop~"
The black man's glans withdrew from Zhi Ran's lips, revealing a slightly drooping shaft glistening with moisture, a ring of red saliva spreading around it—so lewd and conspicuous.
Li Dong thought that once the black man ejaculated, the others would move aside—but in reality, this was just an appetizer.
A true appetizer.
Another throbbing, engorged penis, already hard in her hand, eagerly pressed against Zhi Ran's red lips.
The dark, hot, thick penis slid into Zhi Ran's mouth almost like parting half-melted butter, without any resistance, continuing unabated, going all the way past her throat.