The old servant gasped softly in surprise; he hadn't expected that the slight increase in his cock's size would make the sensation of penetration feel so different.
Stretched wide by the thick, massive shaft, the honey-slicked flesh seemed to suck and grip even more eagerly. Waves of faint spasms rippled through the vagina, sending tingling, numbing sensations coursing through his cock; with every slight movement, he could feel the rich, lubricated inner folds brushing against the shaft.
Clearly, the suction within Jiang Yingji's pussy had intensified; layers of warm, melting, honey-slicked flesh vied to wrap around him—writhing, squeezing, and twisting. In that instant, he experienced a unique blend of sensations: the tightness of a young maiden, the tender softness of a young wife, and the rich, lubricated succulence of a mature woman.
The old servant thrust his hips, his shaft tightly encased by the lush, tender flesh. As he pulled back slightly, a squelching sound accompanied the spurting overflow of white, lust-filled juices.
"You slutty cunt—you really do love a big cock!"
The old servant loved the term "big cock"—far more than the words "phallus" or "virile root" that were popular in his own era; those terms simply lacked the same direct, visceral impact. *Thwack, thwack, thwack...*
The old servant thrust excitedly, his hips slamming repeatedly against Jiang Yingji's plump, rounded buttocks, sending alluring waves rippling across her flesh.
Meanwhile, the bra covering Jiang Yingji's massive breasts had been pushed upward by the impact; her full, heavy bosoms—shaped like the bellies of plump bees—were squeezed to one side. Freed from the constraints of the garment, the lush flesh bulged and spilled over, looking incredibly voluminous.
From this angle, their size was truly staggering—like two great bells stacked together—yet the texture was incredibly soft and smooth, resembling solidified cream that seemed ready to melt and flow away at the slightest lapse in form. Yet, thanks to their exquisite elasticity, no matter how they were compressed or deformed by the thrusting force, they always sprang back to a perfect, rounded shape, plump and firm like ripe melons.
As the heavy breasts swayed and jostled, their sheer weight seemed to slightly stretch their bases; the flesh swelled, revealing faint blue veins beneath the translucent, fair skin.
With the movement, they seemed to expand further, appearing even more round and prominent. The nipples were flushed a deep, swollen crimson—resembling both dark purple grapes and small, rounded cylinders—and a tiny bead of pale white milk had already begun to ooze from the tip due to the vigorous motion.
A faint, intoxicating scent of milk filled the air. Parched with desire, the old servant hooked one of her raised, black-stockinged legs into the crook of his arm and lowered himself into a side-lying position, latching his mouth onto the alluring nipple. The minor spell sealing her nipples posed no obstacle to the old servant; he could undo it at will. With a powerful suck, warm, sweet, and luscious milk flooded his mouth, sending his taste buds into a state of heavenly bliss.
The cock buried deep within her honeyed slit was searingly hard, stretching the vaginal flesh at the opening until it turned translucent. As he suckled, he thrust his hips and buttocks with rapid, vigorous strokes—so intense that the large bed groaned and creaked under the strain.
"Mmm..."
The engorged head of his cock repeatedly slammed against her cervix; even in the depths of a heavy slumber, Jiang Yingji couldn't help but whimper and moan softly.
The tender, romantic dream of reuniting with her husband suddenly shifted, transforming into a lewd nightmare of violent, storm-like thrusting that left her gasping for breath.
She wanted to resist; even within the dream, she knew the faceless ravisher was not her husband—the size difference was too vast, and her memories held no trace of her gentle husband ever fucking her with such brutality.
The dreamscape suddenly warped; she felt as though she were floating weightlessly among the clouds, only to plummet abruptly into an abyss, trapped in a sensation of endless falling.
"Ah...!"
In reality, under the old servant's ferocious pounding, she arched her head back, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, and let out a high-pitched, plaintive cry of lust. The shapely leg, cradled in the old servant's arm, suddenly arched upward; her slender lower leg and instep straightened tautly, while five perfectly formed, long toes curled tightly against the sole of her foot, nearly tearing through the sheer black stockings.
Her tight little slit clamped down abruptly; the slick, honeyed passage transformed instantly into a ravenous, sucking mouth, coating the entire length of his cock in a sticky layer of pure yin essence.
The old servant's eyes widened as a dizzying, numbing sensation surged from his groin; the vagina's vice-like grip—squeezing, twisting, and sucking—threatened to send his soul soaring right out of his body.
In that critical moment, he bit down on a cherry-red nipple and sucked hard, drawing in a mouthful of sweet, fragrant milk. His mind cleared instantly; he bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the urge to ejaculate and gathered a burst of energy, driving his stalled, massive cock back into a furious, rapid-fire thrusting rhythm.
*Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack...*
His dark, thick shaft seemed to transform into a ferocious dragon of flesh, darting in and out—slick with white fluids—as it ravaged her plump, tender, hairless honey-hole.
In the blink of an eye, he had thrust dozens of times before plunging to the very hilt—burying himself so deeply he seemed intent on stuffing his scrotum inside as well; the massive, luscious "peach" of her buttocks appeared to merge with the small, dark "hairy peach" of her sex, completely swallowing the shaft from view.
His engorged, throbbing cock remained buried deep within, the glans pressing hard against her inner core—nearly bursting through the tight opening—as thick, hot semen gushed forth.