Liu Sanming couldn't help but pick up the pace.

He even bent down, grasping both supple mounds with his hands and began kneading them.

The pink cherries on top swelled rapidly under his pinching, and those plump snowy peaks beneath his grasp were shaped into all sorts of enticing forms.

Zhu Run's delicate face flushed bright red from his teasing, her moans growing more and more desperate.

Below, she turned slick like a babbling brook in spring.

Ooooh… ahhh… ah—ah…

After more than ten minutes of toying with her velvety tight mouth, Liu Sanming, with a wicked smirk, caught Zhu Run's wrists and rolled her onto her back atop the yoga ball.

Now her body arched in a curve, exposing her entire chest and belly upwards.

The sight was so breathtaking that Liu Sanming couldn't help but swallow audibly.

Zhu Run's skin quality was first-class—soft, juicy, and luminous.

Despite being thirty-eight, her complexion was creamy white and flawless, as though she were a silicone doll crafted just for him, so delicate it almost defied belief.

Long years of yoga had sculpted Zhu Run's petite, fragrant body—her waist slender and willow-soft to the extreme, stomach smooth and tight without a trace of fat, with subtle muscle lines hinting underneath.

Liu Sanming hungrily lowered his head, kissing and licking her snowy belly with abandon.

It was pure bliss—a pleasure almost too perfect, like an artwork carved from the world's most beautiful jade.

Zhu Run couldn't restrain her longing, whimpering with need as his tongue played her trembling nerves like harp strings.

Her two soft, plump bunnies quivered and bounced, trembling irresistibly—a feast for the eyes.

Though not young anymore, Zhu Run's bunnies showed no signs of sagging; instead they were full, perky, their faint downward curve only adding a captivating maturity, a secret wifely allure.

Their pink cherries, teased earlier by Liu Sanming, now stood proudly at attention.

Zhu Run, overwhelmed by his gaze, bit her lip and closed her eyes in shame, though her lashes fluttered as if her heartbeat refused to hide.

"Sister Run, you're as beautiful as a fairy. To have you in this life…it's a blessing earned over many lifetimes."

As soon as Liu Sanming finished his honeyed words, he couldn't help but dive in, feasting with reckless abandon.

His mouth enveloped those tender bunnies, nibbling and sucking, his big hands kneading them madly.

In no time, their snowy skin glistened, slick with slippery saliva.

Zhu Run's moans rose again, her whole body shivering uncontrollably; her legs alternately squeezing together then wrapping around Liu Sanming's waist in blissful surrender.

Soon, Liu Sanming had played Zhu Run's bunnies until they plumped up, flushed with a blushing red all over.

He simply straightened up, grabbed Zhu Run's legs and pressed them together, undid his pants, and thrust his towering rod into the gap between her pressed thighs.

All the while, his hands gripped Zhu Run's snowy bunnies as he drove himself between her legs.

The sensation hit him with a jolt, pleasure shooting straight to the top of his skull.

Liu Sanming couldn't help but get faster!

Zhu Run was pushed to her own peak, her legs clamping tight and whole body arching; her belly and waist spasmed and convulsed uncontrollably—

Her head tilted back, eyes rolling white, climax blossoming in an instant—pure, shattering womanly rapture!

She bit down hard on her red lips, gripping Liu Sanming's arms with both hands!

The tingling numbness of that moment made goosebumps bloom all over her skin!

Every cell, every inch of flesh, every fiber inside her felt as though struck again and again by surges of roaring electricity.

It took dozens of seconds before, swamped in that tidal wave of pleasure, she managed to recompose herself.

By then, sweat had drenched her beautiful body.

And Liu Sanming, cocooned between her tight-locked legs, was pushed into a frenzy of even wilder lust.

At this moment, his rod looked as frightening as a snarling dragon.

Just seeing it made Zhu Run's face flush, her heart race, her very soul quake.

She adored this powerful rod, even as she feared it would stretch her to the brink when it plunged inside.

But Liu Sanming didn't give her much time to consider.

After he finished enjoying Zhu Run's chest, stomach, and those soft, pale thighs, he flipped her over roughly again, making her lie sprawled over the yoga ball.

This time, Liu Sanming was done playing around—now it was time for the most thrilling part!

He gripped and spread apart Zhu Run's tender white buttocks with care, instantly revealing the hidden, rosy little spring.

His fierce, thick rod, thrusting with his hips, pressed its iron tip right up against that tight little entrance!

But it was far too tight to go in all at once.

Zhu Run couldn't help but bite her lip nervously, "Sanming, I'm scared... I'm scared it'll hurt..."

"Sister Run, just bear with it and you'll know how good it feels."

Liu Sanming had no intention of letting her change her mind.

His hips surged forward again, the hard rod pushing mercilessly, and after three seconds finally conquered the tender spring!

An indescribable tightness and enveloping heat made Liu Sanming let out a low, guttural growl of pleasure on the spot!

Zhu Run, on the other hand, let out a muffled whimper from the pain, ah...

Several seconds later, Liu Sanming's cock was buried completely inside her little spring.

He'd thought it would be too dry inside without any lube, that he wouldn't be able to go wild.

But to his surprise, that spring was not only tighter, but incredibly soft—it wasn't quite as wet as the Peach Blossom Spring, but didn't feel dry at all.

Immediately, Liu Sanming tensed his waist and legs, starting to buck faster and dig deeper.

Zhu Run, lying on the yoga ball, was shaken back and forth by Liu Sanming's pounding.

The entire ball felt like a life raft tossed in a crazy storm.

She could only cling tightly to the yoga ball, terrified of falling off.

As for her little spring behind—at first it hurt, stretched to the point of aching fullness, not comfortable at all, and Zhu Run felt resistance swell in her heart.

She thought she'd been far too obedient—how could she ever agree to something like this for Liu Sanming…

But five or six minutes later, Zhu Run gradually noticed that as her spring was relentlessly plowed, tingling waves of pleasure began blooming from her ass, her soft waist, even down into her Peach Blossom Spring.

At first it was mild, but soon it grew overwhelmingly intense.

All the resistance in Zhu Run's heart melted away, turning completely into bliss.

Biting her tender lips, eyes squeezed shut, hugging the yoga ball, she started lifting her hips to meet Liu Sanming's thrusts, matching the quivering bounce of the ball.

Liu Sanming felt her start to move with him, which made him even more aroused—he leaned over, let go of her waist, and grabbed both of her soft buns.

Pounding deeply and fiercely, he squeezed and kneaded her buns as well.

Without realizing it, the two of them slipped into an almost transcendent state.

Lost in endless pleasure, all worries vanished from their minds.

Time and space themselves seemed to come to a halt.

Who knows how long passed before Liu Sanming felt himself reaching the brink below.

He suddenly gripped hard—Zhu Run's buns were nearly flattened in his hands!

His hips bucked like a feral dog, pounding madly!

His thick rod pounded wetly, thrust after thrust, wild and savage.

Zhu Run couldn't hold back, letting out high-pitched moans of lust, but quickly clapped a hand to her mouth out of fear someone might hear her.

She felt like Liu Sanming was about to break her little spring to pieces!

But that indescribable numbing bliss only surged higher and higher, dragging her under completely!

Finally, five minutes later, Liu Sanming stopped his thrusting, flooding Zhu Run's spring with torrents of hot, sticky cum.

Zhu Run's body shook uncontrollably, her thighs clamped tightly together, abs and lower back spasming in wild, helpless waves.

She actually came with Liu Sanming, rocketing together to the peak of pleasure.