He couldn't resist wanting to look more.
But then, a thick, dark penis suddenly entered his field of vision—
It blocked Zhi Ran's honeypot, the black penis piercing through her snowy thighs, reaching the tender anus in her buttocks. Zhi Ran's two soft labia seemed to be riding on the black penis, the tender flesh spreading apart to the sides.
A trace of pinkish fluid could be vaguely seen clinging to the black penis, squeezing out a trace of slightly white mucus.
He knew that all the beauty he had just seen was now tightly pressed against someone else's penis, leaving no gap.
Zhi Ran's soft labia majora opened and closed with the penis's undulating movements, like a small, fleshy mouth sucking on the shaft.
After only a few thrusts, the penis was already covered with a thick, glistening layer of fluid.
The black chief, his eyes slightly narrowed in pleasure, wrapped his large hands around Zhi Ran's plump buttocks from behind, rubbing his penis even more intensely.
Zhi Ran's delicate, lamb-like body seemed to "hang" on the Black Chief, her snow-white hips the center of her form.
Her two rounded, long, snow-white legs straddled her sides, her full breasts pressed against the Black Chief's body. Her slender, snow-white, naked body appeared petite against the Black Chief's tall frame.
"Squirt...slurp..."
The sound of water echoed as the large, plump glans sometimes plowed open the soft, moist labia, sometimes thrust straight into the buttocks. The vagina was pressed open even wider, even the thick, tender vulva seemed to swell and burst open, fully embracing the dark shaft.
The water gradually began to turn white, like finely ground milk, thick, sticky, and conspicuous against the black penis.
White, foamy water dripped and slid down the sides of the shaft, an indescribably erotic scene.
Amidst the sound of water, a wet, smacking sound suddenly joined in—only then did he notice that Zhi Ran's delicate arm was wrapped around the black man's shoulder, and her cherry lips were already locked in a passionate kiss with the black chief.
He had kissed Zhi Ran once.
On the day their travels ended, the two of them suddenly and unexpectedly kissed.
The kiss was passionate and intense, their tongues entwining and licking, a wet kiss so sticky with saliva.
He held Zhi Ran's head, turning her body against his, greedily craving each other.
He couldn't remember if the kiss lasted a minute or ten minutes, but the lingering, warm, and intertwined sensations in their mouths were etched into his heart, never to be forgotten.
What appeared before them now was a passionate, wet kiss between the Black chief and Sister Zhiran. The warm, lingering taste in Sister Zhiran's mouth was being wantonly savored by a Black chief from somewhere across the ocean.
The Black chief lifted Sister Zhiran's buttocks, his penis angled towards her wet, delicate flower—
"Squeak!"
A soft sound came as the black, plump glans pressed into her two delicate labia, disappearing into Sister Zhiran's tender opening. Her soft, wet labia majora, as if forced to swallow an excessively large object, stretched open, the edges squeezed to the sides, resembling two thin, moist clam shells.
A sliver of pink flesh was revealed, tightly gripping the dark, massive penis. A stream of white fluid overflowed from between the labia and the shaft, as if the massive object had forcibly entered a tight, fluid-filled tube, the fluid with nowhere to go, meandering downwards along the dark shaft.
Zhi Ran's plump buttocks were pressed down, and the dark, fleshy root continued to penetrate her snow-white vulva.
To Li Dong, this scene was incredibly long and agonizing.
When the snow-white buttocks had swallowed a third of the black shaft, he thought it was almost over. But the black shaft continued to defy his expectations, penetrating deeper and deeper…
Halfway in, he couldn't help but worry for Zhi Ran.
The wide, round opening of her vulva was clearly visible; it was the thickest part of the black man's penis, yet the black rod continued to penetrate.
It seemed to stimulate his mind relentlessly.
The black shaft disappeared…
Or rather, the erect black rod disappeared into the snow-white buttocks, disappeared into Zhi Ran's body.
Only a small section of the shaft remained, straining against the pink vulva.
The white fluid that was squeezed out flowed down the black man's large scrotum like a small stream.
The black chief, thoroughly satisfied, tilted his head back and patted Zhi Ran's round, swaying buttocks. Then, Zhi Ran's snow-white legs, which were crouching on either side, began to move gently.
Instead of pulling out the penis that was filling her honeyed orifice, he slightly twisted his hips and rotated a few times. The black chief seemed to let out a sigh, his mouth agape.
Then, Zhi Ran slowly raised her buttocks.
He saw that the black penis was marked with white spots. Even when Zhi Ran was bent over, her snow-white buttocks suspended in the air, the black penis remained erect and bent inside her, like a towering pestle.
He squinted, seeing that there wasn't a trace of blood on the penis.
This proved that Zhi Ran was no longer a virgin.
He didn't know whether to feel relieved or distressed. Relieved that she wasn't a virgin, Zhi Ran wouldn't have suffered so much.
Instead of being a virgin, it meant that Sister Zhiran had already experienced something similar…
In the scene, Sister Zhiran's movements, rising and falling, produced moans he had never heard from her before—moans that sounded like both cries and sobs.
"Uh…ah…oh…ah…"
Her movements, her squatting and rising, her snowy buttocks sometimes rising straight up, sometimes swaying her slender waist, were like a dance, gently swaying from side to side, rising from the black man's penis.
The tender vulva drooped into a circle from her vagina, clinging tightly to the penis, its labia everted and becoming increasingly prominent as it was lifted.
Suddenly, Sister Zhiran threw her head back and let out a distinct, wanton cry.
It was truly a wanton cry, the tone carrying an indescribable dampness, as if filled with liquid, exhaled from her lungs, accompanied by a sob, melodious and lewd.
Sister Zhiran's snowy buttocks and slender waist seemed to be pulled by something invisible, trembling like waves.
Immediately, Zhi Ran's anus contracted tightly, the lines between her cherry-colored anus and light brown shrank to a point smaller than a needle tip. Then, her honeyed orifice, filled with the large penis, gurgled and overflowed with lychee-colored lustful fluid. Almost gushing out from the four gaps of her honeyed orifice, the fluid, even with the penis completely inserted, seemed to "spray."
Li Dong felt as if his heart had been lightly squeezed. Zhi Ran had climaxed, and the intensity was almost unprecedented he had ever seen.
The black chief's eyes widened, his mouth gaping as he gasped for air. The tightness of her honeyed orifice during climax was undeniable, and even more remarkably, the vaginal opening, winding like a sheep's intestine, with its rich folds, seemed to have every tiny fold of flesh fully activated.
If Zhao Zhi Ran's single small mouth could suck a person out of their mind, then this seemed to be a thousand of her small mouths.
Even the black chief, his neck thrown back, mouth agape in a daze, his entire body seemingly completely relaxed, his ejaculation beyond description—a torrent of release wouldn't even begin to describe it.
It was more like a marrow-draining ejaculation!