Mei Ling lay completely limp and exhausted on the bed, her small body trembling uncontrollably from the intense pleasure that had just ripped through her. Her breathing was rapid, shallow, and ragged, her chest heaving up and down wildly. Her shorts were soaked right through, dark and heavy with the large amount of sweet, hot liquid she had squirted out uncontrollably just moments ago, leaving a large wet patch spread beneath her hips. Her mind was hazy, dizzy, and completely confused; she felt weak, her limbs heavy as lead, unable to move or even lift her head properly. She had never felt anything like this before, never imagined her body could react this way, especially not to her own older brother’s touch.

And for Jun Hao, seeing her like this — completely undone, wet, helpless, and shivering — only made his lust burn hotter and bolder. There was no longer any trace of the polite, gentle older brother in his eyes. His dark pupils were dilated, shining with pure, greedy, perverted desire. His massive manhood, that monstrous beast measuring 28 centimeters long and 7 centimeters thick, was rock hard, throbbing violently and painfully, sticking out obscenely large and heavy beneath his loose trousers, pressing hot and rigid against the mattress. He knew she was too weak to resist now. He knew she was already his.

A wicked, arrogant smirk curled on his lips. He poured another generous amount of warm, fragrant oil into his large palms, rubbing them together until his hands were glistening, slippery, and slick. Then, slowly, he leaned his tall, massive body forward, crawling over her until he was lying completely on top of her back, his heavy, muscular weight crushing her gently but firmly into the soft mattress. His broad shoulders blocked out the light, his legs trapped hers, and most of all, that gigantic, steel-hard rod between his legs pressed heavily and directly against her soft buttocks and lower back, letting her feel exactly what kind of monster was hiding inside his pants, hot and throbbing right against her skin.

While he pinned her down with his body, Jun Hao didn’t hesitate for a second. He slid both of his large, oily hands straight underneath the hem of her thin t-shirt, pushing past the fabric barrier and sneaking his way inside, slipping smoothly under her bra as well, until his rough, warm palms made direct contact with her bare, soft skin for the first time.

Mei Ling gasped sharply, her body jerking weakly beneath him, her eyes widening in shock. "B-Brother... Hao... w-what...?" she whimpered, her voice trembling, but she couldn’t pull away, couldn’t stop him.

Jun Hao ignored her completely. He slid his hands upward, moving past her ribs, gliding over her smooth stomach, travelling higher and higher until his big hands finally closed around her chest, fully cupping both of her small, developing breasts in his palms. They looked so tiny, so soft, so innocent, completely swallowed by the size of his hands. And he began to play with them exactly like he did with every woman he had ever bedded — lewdly, roughly, and expertly.

Sometimes he squeezed them hard, squishing the soft flesh together, kneading and massaging them deeply, pressing his fingers into the sides and bottom, enjoying how they felt like soft dough under his touch. Sometimes he pinched them sharply, digging his fingertips into the sensitive tissue, loving the little whimpers of pain and pleasure that escaped her lips. Sometimes he pulled and tugged at them, stretching the young skin outward, twisting them round and round in his grasp. But his favorite target was her nipples. He rolled the small, tender peaks between his thumb and index finger, twisting them rapidly, rubbing them back and forth until they hardened instantly into tight little buds. He pulled them outward until they elongated, pinched them until they turned red and swollen, flicking them repeatedly with his rough fingertips, torturing those sensitive little spots relentlessly.

Mei Ling was already losing her mind. Even though she was exhausted, every touch sent electric shocks straight to her core. She writhed and arched her back, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but his heavy body held her down, and his hands were everywhere, groping, squeezing, abusing her chest without mercy.

Then, Jun Hao lowered his head slowly, bringing his face right down to the back of her neck, inhaling her sweet, innocent scent deeply. He parted his lips, and without warning, he began to lick.

He dragged his wet, hot tongue slowly up and down the length of her soft, delicate neck, from the base of her spine all the way up to her jawline, leaving a long, wet, sticky trail of saliva everywhere he touched. He alternated between long, slow, sensual licks and hard, deep, open-mouthed kisses, sucking strongly on the sensitive skin, pulling the flesh between his lips and sucking until bright red marks and bruises formed clearly on her skin. He nibbled gently, then bit down harder, loving the way her body jolted and shivered every time his mouth made contact.

He travelled upward further, until his face was right beside her ear. He breathed hot, heavy, damp air directly into her ear canal, making her whole body convulse with violent shivers. Then, he slid his tongue right inside her ear, licking deep into the sensitive shell, swirling it around wetly, teasing the delicate skin inside before sucking hard on her earlobe, pulling it between his teeth and nibbling it playfully.

Mei Ling was going crazy, her mind spinning, her senses completely overwhelmed by his heavy body, his groping hands, and his wet, hot mouth devouring her neck and ear. She didn’t know where to run, didn’t know what was happening to her.

And right at that moment, while he was licking and sucking her earlobe wildly, and while his hands were squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples as hard as he could, twisting and pulling them mercilessly, Jun Hao opened his mouth and whispered in a deep, raspy, dirty voice right into her ear, slow and clear:

"How is it... huh? How is my massage? Does it feel good? Tell me... is it pleasurable? Do you like how I touch you like this...?"

As he spoke those words, he intensified everything. He squeezed her breasts so hard she almost cried out, twisting her nipples between his fingers, rolling and pinching them rapidly and roughly, abusing her sensitive peaks without holding back at all. He ground his massive, rock-hard groin harder and heavier against her buttocks, letting her feel the terrifying size and heat of his erection pressing right against her.

That was the breaking point.

Under the weight of his body, the roughness of his hands kneading and crushing her chest, the wet heat of his mouth ravaging her neck and ear, and the filthy words he whispered, Mei Ling finally snapped completely.

Her body arched upward violently off the bed, her back bowing high, her head thrown back and twisting sideways to face him, her eyes rolling back into her head, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream of pure, overwhelming pleasure. She thrashed and writhed uncontrollably beneath him, her hips bucking wildly against the mattress.

And then, it happened again.

A second, even more powerful wave of pleasure exploded from deep inside her lower belly. Her inner muscles clenched and released violently, and from between her legs, a huge, gushing torrent of hot, clear liquid burst out uncontrollably. It sprayed out in waves, soaking her shorts completely, running down her inner thighs, and wetting the bedsheets even more than before. She squirted over and over again, her body convulsing in long, hard spasms, completely losing all control, completely drained, completely broken.

She collapsed back onto the mattress, her head lolled to the side, her limbs spread out and completely limp, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. She was soaked, trembling, weak, and completely undone, unable to believe that her own older brother had made her squirt and lose her mind not just once, but twice.

Jun Hao lifted his head from her wet neck, looking down at her ruined, helpless form, listening to her ragged panting, and feeling the wetness spreading even larger beneath his body. A dark, triumphant, lewd grin spread across his face. He was fully satisfied, his lust only growing stronger.

Good girl... he thought to himself, staring at her wet body and the marks he had left on her skin. You have no idea how much more I am going to do to you...