Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

Chapter 719: Chapter 719- Too Hard for her to Milk it

He fucked her. The mating press, the position of dominance, the position that allowed the deepest penetration. His hips, driving, slammed into her thick body. The sound, the flesh slapping, echoed.

Pah! Pah! PAAAH!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

His hand found her breast. He slapped. The impact, sharp, the sound of palm on flesh, hit the enormous mound. The tit, heavy, deformed. The flesh rippled. The dark nipple, stiff, was compressed.

Pah!

"AAH~!!"

Her pussy, tightened by the slap, clenched around his cock. The walls, the muscles, the vaginal canal, gripped him. The sensation, the sudden compression, the mature cunt milking him, was exquisite.

He grabbed her hands. His large, pale fingers interlaced with hers. He pinned her wrists above her head. Her body, stretched, her enormous tits thrust upward, her thick ass on the mattress, was trapped. He held her like handles. His grip, tight, used her arms as leverage. His hips, driving, pulled her body onto his cock with each thrust.

PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"

He turned her. Doggy style. Her thick ass, the cheeks full and round, raised. Her enormous tits, hanging, swung with each thrust. Her dark hair, loose, fell across her face. Her hands, gripping the sheets, tore the silk.

He entered from behind. The angle, different, the head pressing against the anterior wall. Her body, the mature cunt, responded. The walls shifted. The sensitive spot, the area that Shen Wuji had never found, was pressed.

"AAAH~!! There... there... please... not there... it’s too... AAANGH~!!"

Pah pah pah pah!

"HNNNGH~!! OUNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

He pushed her against the wall. Her back, pressed against the cold stone, was flat. Her enormous tits, heavy, were pressed between their bodies. His hands, on her thick hips, gripped. His cock, driving upward, slammed into her cunt. The angle, vertical, drove the head directly into her cervix.

PAAAH! PAAAH!

"AAAAANGH~!!!"

His hands found her breasts. He massaged. The enormous mounds, soft and heavy, were kneaded. His fingers, pale, sank into the flesh. The dark nipples, stiff, were pinched. Twisted. Pulled.

"AAH~!! My... my... please... they’re... AAANGH~!!"

He positioned her for a tit fuck. Her enormous tits, pressed together, created a channel. His cock, slick with her arousal, slid between the mounds. The head, emerging from the top of her cleavage, pointed at her face. Her mouth, open, her tongue extended, licked the head each time it emerged.

"Slurp... slurp..."

He moved to deep throat. His cock, positioned at her mouth, entered. Her lips, stretched, wrapped around the shaft. Her jaw, open to the maximum, accommodated his girth. Her throat, opened, received him. Inch by inch. The shaft, pale and thick, slid into her throat. Her neck bulged. The outline of his cock was visible from the outside.

"Glurk... glurk... glurk..."

He fucked her mouth. His hips, driving, thrust his cock in and out of her throat. Her enormous tits, hanging, swung with each thrust. Her hands, on his thighs, gripped. Her nails, digging into his golden skin, left marks.

Then on her back. On the bed. Her body, exhausted, trembling, lay flat. Her enormous tits, heavy, spread across her chest. Her thick thighs, spread, were limp. Her pussy, swollen, gaping, leaked arousal and precum.

He entered her mouth again. Not her pussy. Her mouth. His cock, positioned above her face, descended. Her lips, already stretched, already sore, parted. He entered. Her throat, already fucked, already bulging, received him.

He fucked her mouth like a pussy. His hips, driving, thrust into her oral cavity. The sounds, wet, obscene, filled the cabin.

"Glurk... glurk... slurp..."

Five hours.

The session lasted five hours. He fucked her in every position. Mating press. Doggy style. Against the wall. Tit fuck. Deep throat. On her back. On her side. Her on top. From behind while she bent over the bed. In her pussy. In her mouth. And finally, in her anal.

When he entered her anal, she screamed. The tight, mature, untrained sphincter, stretched by his girth, burned. The pain, sharp, searing, mixed with the pleasure that had been building for hours. Her body, overwhelmed, responded. Her pussy, empty, clenched. She squirted. The fluid, arcing, sprayed across the sheets. Her bladder, the sphincter weakened by the overwhelming stimulation, released. The urine, thin and yellow, mixed with her arousal, pooling on the sheets.

"AAANGH~!! I’m... I’m... something is... AAANGH~!!"

She collapsed. Her thick body, the enormous tits, the thick ass, the mature cunt, the anal, all used, all fucked, all stimulated beyond their limits. She lay on the bed. On her stomach. Her thick ass, raised, the cheeks spread. Her legs, bent, the knees apart. The position of a frog. Her body twitched. The muscles, the vaginal walls, the anal sphincter, the thigh muscles, all contracted and released in random, uncontrollable spasms.

Her enormous tits, pressed against the mattress, were flattened. The dark nipples, raw and stiff, scraped the silk. Her face, beautiful and mature, was turned to the side. Her dark eyes, half-closed, vacant. Her coral lips, parted. Drool, thin and clear, ran from the corner of her mouth.

Tianlong stood. His naked body, golden, muscular, gleamed. His cock, still hard, still erect, twelve inches, stood rigid from his pelvis. The shaft, slick with her arousal, her saliva, his precum, gleamed.

He looked down at her. At the thick woman. At the headmistress. At the mother who had traded her body for her son’s life. At the body, the fucked-out, twitching, frog-positioned body, that had failed to make him come.

"What kind of mother are you?" he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man delivering a performance review. "You’re not even able to milk my cock. Your son doesn’t deserve such a mother."

The words hit her. Through the haze. Through the afterglow. Through the overwhelming, all-consuming exhaustion. The words, the insult, the judgment, the declaration that she had failed, that her sacrifice had been insufficient, that her son would still die, cut through everything.

"No..." she whispered. Her voice, her rich voice, was raw. Hoarse. The voice of a woman who had been screaming for five hours. "Please... no... my son... please..."

She moved. Her thick body, trembling, the muscles weak, the joints sore, moved. She rose. Not easily. Her arms, shaking, pushed her up. Her legs, weak, slid off the bed. She stood. Barely. Her thick body, naked, the enormous tits hanging, the thick ass, the swollen pussy, the gaping anal, all on display. Her skin, pale, was marked. Bite marks on her breasts. Handprints on her ass. Redness on her nipples. Her inner thighs, slick with her own arousal.

She reached for him. Her hands, pale, trembling, found his cock. She grabbed. Not gently. Her fingers, the slender digits of a woman who had been pushed past her limits, wrapped around his balls. She pulled. The sac, heavy and warm, was gripped. She pulled his cock up. The shaft, twelve inches, slick with the fluids of five hours of fucking, was in her hands.

Her body, twitching, trembling, the teeth marks and bite marks and handprints covering her skin, her own pussy juices on her thighs, her whole body smelling like her, smelling like sex and divine qi and fear and arousal, moved closer.

She licked his cock. Her tongue, pink and wet, extended. It ran along the shaft. From the base to the head. The taste, the combined fluids of five hours, the arousal, the precum, the divine qi, hit her tongue. Her body, conditioned, responded. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy, swollen, throbbed.

"Please," she whispered. Her lips, coral pink, were against his shaft. The words, the plea, vibrated through his cock. "Please... let me... let me prove..."

She sucked. Her lips, stretched, wrapped around the head. Her mouth, sore, her jaw aching, took him in. Her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue, pressed against the underside, worked. She sucked harder. Faster. Her head bobbed. The shaft, slick, slid in and out of her mouth.

"Slurp... slurp... slurp..."

Her hand, not on his cock, found his balls. She massaged. Her fingers, the slender digits, worked the sac. She squeezed gently. She rolled the balls in her palm. Her other hand, on the shaft, stroked. The motion, the combined stimulation of her mouth, her hand, and her ball massage, was practiced. The technique of a mature woman who, despite her aristocratic language, despite her refined demeanor, despite her position as headmistress, knew how to please a man.

"Please," she whispered, her mouth full of cock. "Please... let me prove..."

She stroked faster. Her hand, slick with her saliva, moved up and down the shaft. Her mouth, on the head, sucked. Her tongue, on the frenulum, flicked. Her other hand, on his balls, massaged.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, looking down at her, held the expression of a man who was enjoying the effort but was not yet satisfied. His hand, large and pale, found her head. His fingers, threading through her dark hair, gripped. Not pushing. Not forcing. Holding. His hand on her head, looking down at the thick woman, at her mouth on his cock, at her hands on his shaft and balls, at her desperate, begging eyes looking up at him.

"Come on," he said. His voice was low. The tone of a man issuing a challenge. "Prove yourself."

He looked down at her. At the thick, mature, beautiful woman, on her knees, her mouth full of his cock, her hands working, her body marked and used and trembling.

"Well, thick mommy," he said. The term, the vulgar, teasing, possessive term, was deliberate. The contrast, her aristocratic "Jade Pillar" against his "thick mommy," was intentional.

"Make me cum so hard that I forgive your son."