Jun Hao remained buried deep inside her, his massive, forty-centimeter length seated fully within the tight, wet, and now broken passage of Jiang Wen’s body. He did not move yet, allowing himself to simply feel the sensation of being completely enveloped by her. And what he felt was absolutely incredible. The deeper parts of her vagina, untouched and unused until this moment, were clamping down around his shaft with a strength and ferocity he had never experienced before. It was as if the inner walls were alive, squeezing, rippling, and constricting violently around every vein and ridge of his flesh, trying to crush or swallow him whole. It was tight—unbelievably, impossibly tight—far tighter and more gripping than her mother had ever been.

A look of pure, wild astonishment mixed with lust spread across Jun Hao’s face. His eyes widened, rolling back slightly in his head as the intense pressure milked him relentlessly. He gritted his teeth, letting out a long, sharp exhale, his voice breathless, hoarse, and filled with amazement and excitement as he spoke, completely focused only on the incredible sensation gripping his manhood.

"Damn..." he cursed deeply, his hips instinctively jerking forward slightly from the overwhelming sensation. "*Damn... it is so tight... way too tight... this hole of yours... it feels like it wants to crush my dick completely... destroy it... squeeze it into nothing... this is insane... your pussy is truly savage, Jiang Wen... so damn savage... perfect... I absolutely love it... ah, just like this... don’t... don’t stop squeezing..."

He groaned loudly, the sound vibrating in his chest, completely ignoring everything else around him. He was entirely consumed by how fiercely her inner walls were clutching him. It was so narrow, so gripping, that moving was incredibly difficult. When he tried to pull back, he felt immense resistance; it was as if her body refused to let him go, holding him captive with a strength that amazed him. He had to exert real effort just to withdraw, moving millimeter by agonizing millimeter, slowly, slowly dragging his heavy, thick shaft out through that narrow, gripping passage, fighting against the relentless suction and constriction every inch of the way. Sweat dripped down his forehead from the sheer effort of moving inside such a tight space.

He pulled back until only the massive, bulbous head of his manhood remained nestled just inside her entrance, the rest glistening wet and red, coated in a mixture of her blood and sweet fluids. Then, he pushed forward again—slowly, little by little, sinking back into the heat. He did not want to go slow; he wanted to pound into her wildly, but the incredible narrowness of her virgin canal simply made it impossible to move fast. Every entry was a struggle, a slow, grinding slide through flesh that wanted to squeeze him flat.

Jiang Wen lay beneath him, her body trembling uncontrollably, her face streaked with endless, flowing tears. Her mouth was still firmly covered by Jun Hao’s large hand, muffling every sound she tried to make. Only indistinct, broken whimpers and wet, choking noises escaped from her throat, vibrating against his palm. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight, her brows drawn together in constant pain and suffering. She felt as if she were being torn apart all over again with every slow movement, the immense size stretching her to her absolute limit, the raw, broken flesh inside her protesting every time he dragged against it. She was convinced she would never get used to this terrible, overwhelming feeling, trapped in a state of constant agony and overwhelming fullness.

Jun Hao repeated the motion again and again: pulling out until only the head remained, then pushing back in deep, grinding slowly through the resistance. Gradually, as he continued this rhythm, he began to move a little faster, gaining momentum, forcing her tight walls to stretch and yield, slowly training her body to accept his monstrous size.

And then, suddenly, in the middle of his slow, grinding movement, Jiang Wen’s body jerked violently. Her back arched high off the mattress, her head thrown all the way backward, her body stiffening into a bow shape. Even through the pain, even while crying, her body betrayed her completely. She convulsed, and a massive, powerful gush of hot, sweet liquid exploded out of her core, surging out in waves, flooding the space between them and soaking Jun Hao’s groin completely.

It was this release that changed everything.

As her juices flooded out, Jun Hao instantly felt the difference. The intense, crushing grip that had held him captive suddenly loosened, replaced by a slick, slippery slide. Her inner muscles, which had been locked tight in resistance, spasmed and contracted rhythmically, adjusting, relaxing, and adapting to his presence as her orgasm washed through her. The thick fluids acted as the perfect lubricant, creating a slippery, wet path all along his shaft. Where before it had been a struggle to move, now there was space—glorious, wet, slippery space.

"Ah! There we go..." Jun Hao gasped, feeling the sudden ease. "That’s it... now you are opening up for me..."

Realizing he now had the freedom to move, Jun Hao immediately abandoned his slow pace. He began to speed up, driving his hips forward with increasing force and speed. He thrust in and out rapidly, deeply, and forcefully, his heavy, wet shaft sliding easily through her now pliant, wet canal, hitting deep inside her with every stroke. He pounded relentlessly against the sensitive walls and the deepest part of her body, driving hard against her womb, the sound of wet flesh slapping loudly and rhythmically filling the quiet room.

Jiang Wen was no longer just crying in pain. As he moved faster and harder, the sensation shifted entirely. The pain was still there, a dull ache deep inside, but it was now completely overshadowed by a pleasure so intense it was blinding. She writhed beneath him, her body reacting violently to every thrust. Her tears continued to flow, but now they were tears of pure, overwhelming ecstasy. Her muffled whimpers turned into stifled screams, breathless gasps, and long, low moans that vibrated against Jun Hao’s hand. Her body was caught in a never-ending cycle of pleasure; one orgasm blended seamlessly into the next, wave after wave crashing over her without a single moment of rest. She climaxed again, and again, and again, her inner muscles rippling and squeezing him continuously, unable to stop.

Jun Hao felt it clearly—her struggle was gone. The resistance, the fear, the pain... all of it had vanished, replaced completely by pure, unadulterated lust. He could feel how her body now actively welcomed him, how her hips rose to meet every one of his thrusts, how her inner walls gripped him not out of fear or tightness, but out of desire and need. She was utterly, completely lost in her own desire, drowning in the pleasure he was giving her, no longer fighting, no longer thinking, only feeling.

Satisfied that she had finally surrendered entirely to her instincts, Jun Hao slowly lifted his hand away from her mouth and her body. But he did not let her speak or rest. Instead, he immediately replaced his hand with his own mouth. He leaned down and crashed his lips onto hers, devouring her mouth ravenously, hungrily, and deeply. He kissed her with wild, consuming passion, his tongue thrusting deep inside her mouth just as his manhood thrust deep inside her body, dominating every inch of her being. He swallowed every sound, every gasp, and every moan that spilled from her lips, drinking in her breath and her essence completely.

At the same time, his hands moved downward, leaving her face and sliding over her sweat-slicked body to settle firmly upon her full, young, perfect breasts. He grasped them heavily, kneading and squeezing the soft, fleshy mounds roughly and possessively. He rolled the firm, pink nipples between his fingers, pinching them hard, twisting and pulling at them rhythmically, stimulating the sensitive peaks until they stood erect and hard. He toyed with them relentlessly, using his hands to drive her even further into madness, alternating between gentle caresses and rough, sharp tugs.

This combination—the relentless pounding deep inside her, the wild, consuming kiss, and the rough, teasing treatment of her most sensitive peaks—pushed Jiang Wen past every limit. She screamed openly into his mouth, her body arching and trembling violently, her legs locking tight around his waist to pull him deeper. She was pushed over the edge again and again, caught in an endless loop of climax after climax, her body spasming, her juices flowing freely and continuously, completely overwhelmed, completely owned, and completely drowned in the forbidden pleasure that had become her entire world.