Da Li Temple - Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Facing Mirror
“Lord …… Lord, don’t –“
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Unconsciously, physiological tears fell from the corners of Lin Wanqing’s eyes. She whimpered lightly, pushing back with all her might against Su Moyi’s constantly slapping abdomen. But Lord Su was like a different person. The more she avoided him, the more he advanced. The slapping sound got louder and louder, faster and faster, and the pl*asure and satisfaction accumulated together, gradually approaching an explosion.
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Lin Wanqing’s eyes almost glowed white, except for the unconscious murmuring and begging for mercy in her mouth; only high-pitched chants remained. Perhaps because of his martial arts training, the weak-looking Su Moyi’s physical strength, endurance, and speed were all surprisingly good.
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Lin Wanqing felt that if she were a delicate young lady raised in a deep boudoir, she would be done to death in bed by him. The candle flame on her side trembled faster, like going through a violent storm. The woman on the couch got nailed to the point where she couldn’t make a sentence, and apart from letting out some broken wailing, she couldn’t even tell him to slow down a bit.
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After a few moments of intense thrusting, Lin Wanqing felt the pl*asure accumulated in the heart of her legs and belly explode, like a piece of firewood encountering a dry wind, taking advantage of the wind to gain momentum, burning all over her body in a single breath, stretching her every pore, spreading pl*asure along her spine. She screamed and curled up her toes, holding on to the man’s arms, leaving deep nail marks.
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The spring water in the flower p*ssy surged like a hot spring, but Su Moyi still penetrating her, despite the leak. The p*ssy’s flesh stirred crazily, and the center of the flower sucked violently. In the next breath, the man on top of her body let go of his low roar, violently thrusting for a moment, followed by an opening of the s*men barrier, shooting out a stream of hot s*men against her still excitedly contracted flower center.
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Su Moyi stopped moving after ej*culating, crouching on top of her, and panted. It was finally over. She rested briefly, calming her breathing, and then pushed Su Moyi above her.
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“My Lord ……” Her voice was dark stained with lust, “I have to go wash ……”
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“Uhm ……” Su Moyi straightened up.
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Lin Wanqing thought he would pull himself out, but then she realized she had underestimated Lord Su’s endurance.
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Su Mo Yi only moved slightly, and she felt that the ferocious beast still stuck inside her was resurrected again.
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“Lord ……” Lin Wanqing called him; her tone was full of disbelief.
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How does it seem like this sober Lord Su today is even more terrifying and lustful than the previous Lord Su, who ate the aphr*disiac?
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Su Moyi didn’t intend to let her go after just one time. He had held it in for too long and endured it too hard. Doing it once was just a drop in the bucket. But he was too embarrassed to ask again for this kind of thing. Therefore, he pretended he didn’t hear Lin Wanqing’s shocked question or see her eyes filled with ‘this is impossible.’ When he picked up Lin Wanqing, his swollen p*nis was still buried deep inside her.
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Lin Wanqing’s body was suspended in the air by the sudden embrace, and she could only hurriedly wrap her arms around his neck.
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“What are you doing, my Lord?” She asked, still unyielding.
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Su Moyi avoided her eyes and replied, “En ……”
En?
En?
I’ll ‘en’ your a$s!
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Lin Wanqing needed clarification. She didn’t understand Lord Su’s inexplicable and mysterious ‘en.’
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However, she immediately understood because Lord Su, with his guilty look, carried her in front of a large bronze mirror. Only then did he pull himself out, and then, with an extraordinarily skillful and quick maneuver, he turned her around, facing the bronze mirror with her back to him. Then, Su Moyi pushed down on Lin Wanqing’s back, making her bent over on the mirror table. The two hardened br*ast fruits brushed against the cold table, and her snowy b*ttocks arched backward. Her flower p*ssy, which had recently shot, opened backward, and the white s*men was dripping and falling downward.
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Su Moyi held her waist with his hands. The stiff object in his cr*tch didn’t need any assistance at all, and after finding that small flesh hole, he inserted it again.
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“Ya!!!” With all his roots gone, Lin Wanqing screamed. Her n*pples grazed the cool desktop, densifying a hot trail of water mist.
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After all, he had already been satisfied once. Su Moyi didn’t feel hungry like before, but his impact was still heavy and deep as if he couldn’t wait to embed himself in it.
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Again, he thrust Lin Wanqing to the point of tears. She could only hold onto the dressing table in front of her and wail softly. The hot air she exhaled formed a watery mist on the mirror, and under the swaying of the candle flame, it looked hazy and ambiguous.
Su Moyi held her from behind, one hand resting on her swaying br*asts. His fingers grasped the cherry fruits on the tips of her br*asts, mindlessly squeezing and rubbing them; the other hand came to the mouth of her flower p*ssy that was being f*cked hard, using his middle finger to caress the hardened cl*toris. While his lower body thrust, his upper body leaned down compassionately, dropping soft kisses on her back. Stimulated from all three places, Lin Wanqing was drowned in the flood of desire and was about to suffocate. She could only brace herself against the table and probe back with one hand, trying to push him away. But before that hand could touch him, Lord Su grabbed it swiftly. Backhandedly, he pulled her upper body by pulling her arm.
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This position was so humiliating.
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Lin Wanqing arched her b*tt and held out her chest opposite a clear bronze mirror. She could see the starry, dark eyes and wildly shrugging, powerful waist of the man behind her, and her flushed face and tearful eyes. Her peach-like br*asts swayed rhythmically, up and down, like two bouncing white rabbits. Red n*pples and swollen ar*olas – a look that would only come from being f*cked thoroughly. She remembered her words, saying she wanted to see Lord Su on the bed. Now she realized that trouble comes out of the mouth. The violent thrusting continued, and Su Moyi did not rest for a moment.
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The second time lasted much longer than the first time, and Lin Wanqing was deflated again by his standing thrusts. Lustful water splashed down with a crash, covering the floor. She felt her legs weaken and deliberately fell backward, unable to stand. She thought Su Moyi would let her go, but who knew that he would spread her thighs apart and pick her up in a position with her back against him?
Lin Wanqing was so frightened that she backhanded him to wrap her arms around his neck. Then, an even more humiliating position was born. Now, not only could she see her lustful face and bouncing snowy br*asts in the mirror, but she could also clearly see how Su Moyi’s unnatural fleshy p*nis was moving in and out of her body.
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She was shedding a lot of water; there was leaking lecherous fl*id and previously thick s*men inside her. During Su Moyi’s thrusts, these things would squeeze out from the taut hole and drip down along his sacs.