Jiang Wen lay completely naked, her legs spread wide and held firmly apart, her body still trembling violently from the powerful release she had just experienced. Her skin was flushed bright red, glistening with a layer of sweet sweat, and her chest heaved rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her thighs, her most intimate place was swollen, wet, and throbbing wildly, sensitive beyond belief, still pulsing rhythmically as the aftershocks rippled through her core. Jun Hao’s face was still buried deep there, his lips glistening, chin wet, having swallowed every single drop of the sweet nectar she had gushed out, leaving nothing wasted. He looked up for only a split second, his eyes dark, hungry, and completely satisfied, before lowering his face back down to worship and devour her all over again.

Jun Hao did not rush. He treated the small, pink, untouched paradise between her legs exactly like it was the sweetest, most exquisite candy in the entire world. He licked her slowly, broadly, and thoroughly, dragging his large, thick, wet tongue flat and wide from the very bottom base of her slit all the way up to the top, moving agonizingly slowly, savoring every millimeter of her soft, silky skin, every curve, and every crease. He hummed low and deep against her sensitive flesh, the vibration sending waves of electric sensation straight into her core. His expression was one of pure ecstasy and intoxication, as if he were tasting the finest delicacy known to man, his eyes half-lidded in bliss, inhaling her scent deeply while he lapped at her juices endlessly.

The moment his tongue first touched her again, Jiang Wen’s entire body jerked violently upward, her back arching off the mattress like she had been struck by lightning. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, muscles contracting and shivering so hard they almost cramped, even though they were pinned open. Her hips instinctively rolled upward, grinding against his face, chasing the feeling even though the logical part of her mind still screamed that this was wrong, that this was forbidden. Her toes curled tight, pointing straight upward, and her hands flew down to grip the bedsheets so hard her knuckles turned white, or tangled desperately into his thick hair—pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. Her eyes flew wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, pupils dilated to black, her mouth falling open into a perfect, silent ’O’ shape, unable to close or make a sound, only short, rapid puffs of breath escaping. Her eyebrows drew together in a mix of confusion, shame, and overwhelming pleasure, while a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye and rolled down into her hair. "So hot... so wet... his tongue is so big... it feels like it covers everything... it feels like melting... I can’t handle this... why does it feel so good?" her mind reeled, completely unable to comprehend the intensity.

After thoroughly coating her folds in saliva and her own juices, Jun Hao narrowed his tongue, making it sharp and pointed like a spear. He aimed directly for her tiny, tight, virgin entrance—the small, closed hole that had never been breached. Slowly, carefully, but firmly, he pushed the tip of his tongue inside her. He thrust it deep into the narrow, hot passage, wiggling and pushing forward, trying to penetrate as deep as her small body allowed. He twisted and turned his tongue inside her, exploring the warm, gripping walls, stretching her slightly, claiming that untouched space with his muscle. He pulled it out slowly, then pushed it back in again, repeating the motion, licking deep inside her, tasting her most intimate sweetness.

Jiang Wen gasped sharply, her whole body going rigid for a second before convulsing violently. Her hips lifted completely off the bed, pressing down hard against his face, trying to take him deeper, instinctively opening herself up even more. Her inner muscles clamped down hard, squeezing his tongue reflexively, trying to hold it inside. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible, completely losing focus, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow. Her face was a picture of pure agony and ecstasy, twisted in pleasure she did not understand. "Inside... he is inside me... with his tongue... it’s stretching me... it feels full... it feels so warm... oh God... it feels like I’m being filled... don’t stop... please don’t stop..." she thought dizzily, the feeling of fullness driving her wild.

But Jun Hao was not done. He pulled his tongue out, but immediately moved upward to the small, hard, sensitive pearl at the very top of her lips—her clitoris, the center of all her nerves. He focused everything here. He licked it rapidly, circling it, flicking it up and down, before closing his lips tight around it, creating a powerful vacuum seal. Then, he sucked with all his strength, as hard as he possibly could. He pulled and tugged at the sensitive bud with his mouth, sucking rhythmically, relentlessly, fiercely, drinking from that tiny spot as if it were the source of life itself. He did not let go, sucking and rolling it between his lips and tongue, stimulating it to the absolute maximum.

This was the breaking point. Jiang Wen arched her body so high she was almost bent in half, supported only by her shoulders and heels. Her legs shook uncontrollably, violently thrashing despite his grip, her thighs trembling so hard they slapped against his shoulders. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding down hard, fast, and erratically against his face, completely out of her control. Her whole body convulsed, jerking and twitching as if seized by a spasm of pure pleasure. Her breasts bounced and swayed wildly with every movement, sweat pouring off her skin. Her expression was one of mind-shattering bliss: eyes squeezed shut tight, tears streaming freely down her temples, mouth wide open in a silent scream, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood. Her face was contorted in the most beautiful, desperate expression of a girl being devoured. "AHHH! THERE! THERE! IT’S THERE! IT’S TOO MUCH! I CAN’T TAKE IT! IT’S EXPLODING! OH GOD! OH GOD! I’M GOING TO DIE!"

And then it happened. The pressure became unbearable. Jiang Wen’s body stiffened completely, rigid as a board, suspended in the air for a split second. Then, the orgasm crashed down like a tidal wave. Her inner muscles spasm and pulsed violently, rhythmically contracting over and over again. Her small, pink entrance fluttered and opened wide, expelling her juices out in a powerful, heavy gush. Her sweet, clear nectar flowed out in waves, coating everything, spraying heavily into Jun Hao’s waiting mouth. Her legs locked together tight around his head, trapping him there, refusing to let him pull away. Her hands clutched his head, pressing his face deep into her, forcing him to take it all. Her vagina swelled, turned a deeper shade of red, and rippled intensely, squeezing empty and throbbing with every beat of her heart. Jun Hao did not waste a single drop; he caught everything, swallowing rapidly, drinking it all down greedily, sucking even harder to draw out every last drop, licking her clean immediately afterward, savoring the aftertaste as she collapsed back onto the mattress, boneless and exhausted.

But Jun Hao was far from finished. Keeping his face buried, his lips still sealed tightly around her sensitive clitoris and sucking continuously to keep her on the edge, he brought his right hand down to her wet entrance. He extended his index finger, thick, long, and callous-skinned, wetting it thoroughly with the fluids she had just released. Slowly, gently, and with agonizing slowness, he pressed the tip of that single finger against her tiny, tight, pink opening. He pushed inward millimeter by millimeter, moving with small, shallow, rocking motions at first, barely entering, just teasing the inner walls.

"Ah... ah... hnnngh..." Jiang Wen whimpered silently, her body jerking again. She felt that hard, warm foreign object entering her, stretching her delicate skin. It felt so big, so solid, rubbing everywhere inside her while his mouth sucked fiercely above. Her back arched instantly, lifting her hips high to meet his hand. Her legs shook violently and tried to close, only to be forced open again. Her hands gripped the sheets so hard her fingers cramp. Her eyes rolled back completely, showing only white, her mouth hanging wide open, gasping silently, drool beginning to form at the corners. Her face was twisted in pure bliss; tears streamed freely. Her vagina stretched to accept the finger, the pink flesh swelling and rippling around the intrusion, walls clamping down tightly, squeezing rhythmically as more clear, thick fluid leaked out, coating his hand.

As she relaxed and opened up more, Jun Hao pushed deeper, until the entire finger was buried inside her hot canal. He began to move it: slow in-and-out strokes, then gradually increasing speed, sliding back and forth, rubbing the sensitive inner walls, hitting spots she didn’t know existed. He felt her channel was now wet and loose enough. He pulled his finger out just slightly, and immediately added his middle finger alongside the first. Now two thick fingers pressed against her entrance together.

He pushed both inside, spreading them slightly to stretch her width-wise. He started moving them slowly at first, massaging the walls, then began thrusting them faster and faster, deeper and harder, scissoring them inside her, widening her passage further and further. The sensation was overwhelming. Jiang Wen’s body went rigid, her stomach muscles contracting rapidly. She felt stretched to the limit, full and burning inside. Her hips ground wildly against his hand, her inner muscles pulsing and gripping his fingers, trying to pull them deeper. Her face was a mess of pleasure: eyes crossed, mouth gaping, breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Her vagina was now stretched open wide, lips pulled apart, glistening wet, juice flowing freely and continuously down to the sheets. She was close again, building up rapidly.

Then, just as she was about to peak, Jun Hao suddenly pulled his fingers all the way out. Before she could even react or understand, he immediately buried his face back down, pressing his mouth hard against her core, and sucked violently and greedily, swallowing and drinking up every drop of fluid that had leaked out and was about to burst forth again. He lapped at her frantically, catching everything as it started to flow, drinking it down with loud, wet sounds of satisfaction, ensuring nothing was wasted. Jiang Wen cried out silently, her body arching high, trembling violently as the sensation peaked and washed over her again, her juices flowing uncontrollably into his hungry mouth.

Once he had drunk her dry once more, Jun Hao returned his hand. He knew she was ready. He inserted his index and middle finger again, but now added his ring finger as well—three thick, large fingers together, a width almost impossible for a girl her age. He pressed them against her tight entrance, pushing them in slowly, forcing her to stretch beyond what she thought possible.

Jiang Wen’s eyes flew wide open in pure shock and disbelief, staring at the ceiling blankly. Her mouth formed a perfect ’O’ of silent surprise and intense sensation. "Three... three things inside me... it’s so big... it’s too big... I feel like I’m tearing... but it feels so full... so good..."

She felt the incredible stretch, the burning fullness, the way her skin was pulled taut around his thick digits. Jun Hao moved them slowly at first, massaging, then faster and faster, pumping in and out, stretching her wider and wider. He felt resistance deep inside, a firm, elastic barrier that stopped his fingers from going further. He knew exactly what it was: her hymen, the thin, tough membrane of her virginity, intact and unbroken, guarding the deepest part of her. He did not push hard enough to tear it yet; instead, he focused on rubbing and pressing against it, nudging it, teasing it, while his mouth returned to her clitoris, sucking with renewed ferocity, attacking her most sensitive spot relentlessly.

This combination—the three fingers stretching her wide, pressing against her virgin barrier, and the intense suction on her bud—was too much. Jiang Wen’s body went rigid, suspended in the air. Her toes curled so hard they cramped. Her hands clawed at the bed, pulling at his hair. Her face contorted in absolute, blinding ecstasy. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears pouring down, her head thrown back, veins visible on her neck.

And then, the final release hit. Her body convulsed, shaking violently from head to toe. Her back bowed so deeply her chest and hips were the only points touching the bed. Her legs stiffened and shook uncontrollably. Her vagina, stretched wide open around his three fingers, suddenly clamped down with incredible force, squeezing his hand so tight it almost hurt him. The small entrance fluttered rapidly, pulsing over and over again. Her inner walls rippled and contracted violently, and a massive, powerful gush of sweet, warm liquid exploded out of her, flowing heavily and abundantly, flooding Jun Hao’s hand and spilling out around his fingers. She gushed wave after wave, her body emptying itself of pleasure, completely overwhelmed, mind blank, floating in pure bliss.

Jun Hao let her ride it out, letting her squeeze and pulse around his fingers until the spasms stopped. Then, slowly, he withdrew his hand, wet and dripping with her essence. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking every inch clean, tasting her sweetness, looking down at her completely wrecked, exhausted, and satisfied form with that wicked, triumphant smile. He had stretched her, prepared her, tasted her completely, and knew now that nothing stood between her and what was coming next—nothing except the thin barrier he had teased, and his own massive, monstrous manhood waiting to finally claim what belonged to him.