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

Chapter 728: Chapter 728 - Taking the Mother In front of Her Son

He pulled out. His cock, slick with blood and arousal, emerged. The shaft, twelve inches, gleamed. The head, crimson, dripped.

He slammed.

PAAAH!

"AAAAANGH~!!!"

He fucked her. The rhythm, the pace, was relentless. His hips, driving, slammed his cock in and out of her womb. The cervix, stretched, offered no resistance. The walls, the virgin walls, the womb, the sacred space, was fucked.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

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

His women moved. Liu Mei, her voluptuous body, pressed against his back. Her enormous tits, deformed against his skin. Her hands, on his hips, helped. She pushed. The motion, the thrust, was assisted. Her amethyst eyes, half-closed, were on his body.

Jin Yuhan, her slender body, moved. Her mouth, her lips, found his neck. She kissed. Her dark eyes, wet, were on Bai Lian’s face. On the pain. On the tears. She watched. Her hand, small, found his balls. She massaged. The sac, heavy, was kneaded.

Madam Fengyan, her thick body, moved. Her mouth found his chest. Her lips, on his pectoral, found his nipple. She sucked. Her beautiful face, composed, was pressed against his golden skin.

The headmistress, her thick body, moved. Her hands, pale, found Bai Lian’s breasts. She groped. The small mounds, the pink nipples, were kneaded. Her fingers, the slender digits, pinched. The nipples, stiff, were twisted.

"AAH~!!" Bai Lian’s scream, mixed with the stimulation, was a sound of pain and forced pleasure.

He turned her. Doggy style. His hands, on her slender hips, flipped her. Her face, wet, pressed against the stone. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, scraped the surface. Her ass, the slender cheeks, raised. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the bleeding slit, was presented.

He entered from behind. The angle, different, the head pressing against the anterior wall. The walls, the virgin walls, gripped. The blood, the arousal, the combined fluids, coated his shaft.

PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!

"OUNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"

He fucked her. The doggy style, the position of animalistic mating, was relentless. His hips, driving, his pelvis against her slender ass, the sound of flesh on flesh, echoed. His hands, on her hips, gripped. His fingers, pale, dug into her skin. The marks, red, were visible.

His women, around him, serviced. Liu Mei, her mouth, found his balls from behind. She sucked. The sac, heavy, was in her mouth. Her tongue, pink, worked. Jin Yuhan, her mouth, found his nipple. She sucked. Madam Fengyan, her hands, found Bai Lian’s tits. She pinched. The nipples, stiff, were twisted. The headmistress, her mouth, found Bai Lian’s neck. She kissed. She bit. The teeth, blunt, left marks.

He lifted her. His hands, on her hips, raised her body. Her slender frame, light, was lifted. Her legs, wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, pressed against his chest. Her pussy, the hairy mound, impaled on his cock. The shaft, twelve inches, buried.

He bounced her. His hips, driving upward, slammed his cock into her womb. The force, the divine strength, lifted her body with each thrust. Her small breasts, pressed against his chest, deformed. Her green eyes, wide, rolling, streamed.

PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!

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

He held her. His arms, on her hips, moved her body. Up and down. The motion, the forced bouncing, was mechanical. Her pussy, the virgin walls, the womb, was fucked. The blood, the arousal, the combined fluids, ran down his shaft. The liquid, the evidence of her deflowering, coated their joined bodies.

The blood, from her torn hymen, from her stretched cervix, mixed with her arousal. The fluid, red and clear, ran down her inner thighs. The sight, the evidence of virginity taken, was vivid against her pale skin.

He turned her again. Mating press. His body, heavy, muscular, pressed her into the stone. Her small breasts, flattened, deformed. Her green eyes, wide, wet, found his face. His gold-crimson eyes, looking at her, held the intensity of a man who was enjoying himself.

He slammed. His hips, driving, his cock in her womb. The sound, the flesh slapping, echoed. Her body, the slender frame, was pinned. Her legs, spread, were held by his hips. Her arms, above her head, were held by Liu Mei.

PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!

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

He pulled out. His cock, slick with blood and arousal, emerged. The head, crimson, dripped. He slammed back in. The force, the impact, drove the air from her lungs.

"AAANGH~!!"

He pulled out. Slammed. Pulled out. Slammed. The rhythm, the pace, was relentless. Each thrust, each impact, drove his cock into her womb. The cervix, stretched, yielded. The walls, the virgin walls, gripped.

The other women, around him, serviced. Their hands, their mouths, their bodies, were on him. On her. They held. They massaged. They stimulated. Their pussies, their tits, their mouths, were offered. He took. While fucking Bai Lian, while destroying her virgin pussy, while making her scream and cry and squirt, he touched them. His hand, on Liu Mei’s tit. His mouth, on Jin Yuhan’s nipple. His fingers, in Madam Fengyan’s pussy. His other hand, on the headmistress’s ass.

A gangbang. One man. Five women. His focus, his primary target, was Bai Lian. The young woman. The virgin. The offering. The sacrifice. The girl who had offered herself to save a woman she loved.

He fucked her in every position. Mating press. Doggy style. Her on top. Against the wall. On her side. On her back. Her legs over his shoulders. Her legs around his waist. Her legs behind her head.

She screamed. She cried. She squirted. The pussy juices, the fluid, sprayed. The streams, arcing, hit his cock, his chest, the stone, the other women. The liquid, the evidence of forced pleasure, was everywhere.

Her green eyes, rolling, were vacant. Her musical voice, broken, was raw. Her body, the slender frame, was limp. A doll. A vessel. A body being used.

He slammed. One final thrust. His cock, buried in her womb, throbbed.

"My bad," he said. His voice was breathless. The tone of a man delivering a verdict. "It seems you are the same as your headmistress."

He pinched her clit. His fingers, the slender digits, found the small, swollen nub. He pinched. The pressure, the divine qi, hit her system.

Her eyes rolled. Her green eyes, the whites showing, the pupils dilated, rolled back. Her body, the slender frame, convulsed. Her back, arched, curved. Her small breasts, the pink nipples, pointed at the ceiling. Her mouth, open, screamed. No sound came. The scream, silent, was the scream of a body that had exceeded its capacity.

She squirted. The fluid, thin, sprayed from her pussy. The stream, mixed with urine, the bladder releasing, arced. The liquid, the combined fluids, hit his cock, his stomach, the stone. The spray, the volume, was immense. Her body, limp, was a vessel emptying itself.

He pulled out. His cock, slick with blood, with arousal, with her squirt, emerged. The shaft, twelve inches, was still hard. He had not come.

She lay there. Limp. Her green eyes, half-closed, vacant. Her small breasts, the pink nipples raw, heaving. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen lips, bleeding. The blood, the arousal, the squirt, pooled beneath her.