Chapter 3667

After resting for half an hour, under the temptation of Wang Juan's naked body and the lingering power of the Indian God Oil, his faded desire surged back like a tide, making him feel itchy again. But this time, his thoughts had changed; he didn't want to use those traditional methods anymore. He wanted to enter Wang Juan's 'back door.'

"What's the rush? The night is long. I'll tell you before I leave tomorrow, won't I?" Zhao Desan said unhurriedly, simply refusing to tell Wang Juan.

Wang Juan's appetite had been completely whetted, but she could see that Zhao Desan had regained his spirit. She endured her anxiety, gave him a charming look, and asked, "You want it again?"

Zhao Desan smiled wickedly and noncommittally. His free hand reached toward Wang Juan's lower abdomen, tracing the soft, smooth curve of her belly, and wandered bit by bit to Wang Juan's sensitive area. He expertly found the intersection of the two plump, tender clam lips and gently rubbed the most sensitive little meat grain with his fingertips. This little red bean-like thing was the most sensitive part of a woman's body. When Zhao Desan's fingertips gently touched it, Wang Juan's entire body couldn't help but tremble violently. At the same time, an uncontrollable 'uh' sound escaped from her nostrils, and her two snow-white legs clamped Zhao Desan's hand tightly…

Zhao Desan's two hands had a clear division of labor: one was responsible for the large assets above, and one for below. Under his attack, Wang Juan's body writhed while she couldn't help but murmur 'mm-uh-ah.' Soon, Zhao Desan felt that Wang Juan's area below was completely soaked by the nectar overflowing from the flower cave. Taking advantage of Wang Juan being immersed in that overwhelming enjoyment, Zhao Desan moved his hand along Wang Juan's flower cave further down, touched that place, and drilled in with his wet fingers.

"Ah!" Suddenly feeling a swelling pain in that place, Wang Juan gasped, furrowed her delicate brows, looked at Zhao Desan with dissatisfaction, and said, "What are you doing!"

Zhao Desan laughed wickedly and said, "I want to moisten that place."

Wang Juan immediately turned cold and said with a firm attitude, "No!"

"Don't you want to try something new?" Zhao Desan found a very suitable excuse for his idea.

Wang Juan said, "That's a place, you can't just stick things in there!" Although she was very wild in bed, Wang Juan was still a very traditional woman at heart.

"Then kneel down and let me do it one more time." Zhao Desan pretended to compromise, but in reality, he was creating favorable terrain conditions for successfully entering Wang Juan's back door.

Wang Juan rolled her eyes at Zhao Desan, then obediently turned over and lay on the bed, raising her round, plump, beautiful buttocks high. The little stream hidden in the grass between her buttocks was already flowing with water, wetting the grass and making the weeds glisten with a bright luster. That beautiful, charming posture was extremely alluring.

At this moment, in Zhao Desan's eyes, there was only the back door that contracted slightly with her breathing. But he knew he couldn't just enter rudely. Before entering, he had to cultivate a good atmosphere. So, he first surged his big treasure into Wang Juan's watery flower cave, moving with nine shallow and one deep thrusts. Following Zhao Desan's back-and-forth rocking, Wang Juan, lying in front of him, cooperated with his rhythm while moaning in a dazed, intoxicated manner…

After about five or six minutes of rhythm, Zhao Desan clearly felt that Wang Juan had fallen into that dreamlike, illusory feeling. At this moment, he quietly withdrew from her flower cave, aimed his honey-soaked big cucumber at the contracting back door, and suddenly lunged forward, forcing his way in.

"Ah!" A wave of intense, sharp pain made Wang Juan, who was immersed in spring, gasp. She then furrowed her brows tightly and shouted in pain, "Zhao Desan, you… what are you doing!"

That particularly tight and narrow feeling made Zhao Desan's scalp go numb, and his entire body's muscles trembled faintly. He couldn't spare the effort to answer Wang Juan's question, so he held her beautiful buttocks and began to move slowly. Although the feeling of being suddenly entered by Zhao Desan from the back door was very painful, in the midst of the pain, Wang Juan seemed to vaguely feel a stimulation that couldn't be described. That feeling was unprecedented, as if her body was about to be stretched and split. While in pain, it was accompanied by a feeling of restraint. Wang Juan, who was in a state of being in pain and happy, although she kept cursing Zhao Desan for being a piece of work and not a human, didn't resist violently. The cursing sound gradually grew smaller as the stimulating feeling drowned out the pain, and finally, the cursing was replaced by loud, wailing moans.

As the feeling gradually entered a better state, Wang Juan laid down the arms she had been using to support her upper body, rested on her fragrant shoulders on the bed, tilted her head, and swayed rhythmically with Zhao Desan's impacts. For some reason, that swelling and splitting feeling actually spread from around the back door bit by bit to the surroundings, finally gathering at the entrance of the flower cave. That unbearable, itchy feeling drove Wang Juan to move one hand toward the flower cave, lying on the bed while feeling the swelling and splitting sensation brought to the back door by Zhao Desan's movement, while self-soothing the itchy flower cave…

With Zhao Desan's gritted-teeth persistence, the battle lasted for about half an hour. As the desire to erupt became stronger and stronger, Zhao Desan accelerated the rhythm, and Wang Juan beneath him also began to babble and wail, "Old Liu, ah, you're going to pierce through me… ah, use force! … So itchy… I'm dying… it's coming… it's coming… faster…"

Stimulated by Wang Juan's wailing, Zhao Desan finally couldn't hold on any longer. He used all his strength to lunge forward, fiercely entering the back door to the root, and then began to tremble violently with urine, feeling that thing jumping violently, and a wave of heat erupted from within, releasing into Wang Juan's back door…

An unprecedented experience ended with both of them climbing to the peak at the same time. After it was over, Wang Juan's eyes were already glistening with tears. The painful yet happy feeling made her unable to help but shed tears, her pear-blossom-in-the-rain appearance even more endearing. Looking at her pitiful appearance, Zhao Desan felt a trace of shame in his heart, thinking, what a sin, what a sin!

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