... used her, and abused her without mercy, driving her deeper and deeper into a state of mindless submission until finally, her body gave out completely. Her movements slowed, her sucking became weak and erratic, and her whole body went limp, trembling uncontrollably as she reached the absolute limit of her endurance. Only then did Jun Hao finally pull himself out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air, coughing softly, tears streaming down her flushed face, completely drained and lying there in a wet, exhausted heap.

"Enough for now... move aside," Jun Hao commanded, his voice thick with heavy, unspent lust. He sat up, wiping his wet mouth and chin with the back of his hand, looking at her ruined, panting form with pure satisfaction. "Come here... get up and move."

He shifted his position, lying down flat on his back right in the center of the bed, spreading his legs wide. His massive, terrifying manhood stood tall and proud between his hips, dark purple-red, glistening wet, heavy and throbbing violently, veins bulging all over the thick shaft, ready for the main act all over again.

He pulled Mei Ling’s limp body closer to him. She was barely conscious, her mind hazy, her legs shaking too much to support her weight, every part of her lower body burning and aching fiercely from the relentless stimulation and stretching she had just endured. He grabbed her waist firmly and pulled her on top of him, forcing her to straddle his hips, positioning her knees on either side of his waist. She was now sitting right over his groin, facing him, her swollen, gaping, ruined entrance hovering directly above the huge, bulbous, purple-red tip of his monster.

She looked down at the terrifying size beneath her, her eyes wide with fear and pain, shaking her head weakly, her hands resting shakily on his chest for support.

"Hhh... hurts... so big... I can’t... it hurts too much... Hai... Hai... Hai..." she whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks, trying to hold herself up and avoid lowering herself down. "It’s still sore... everything inside is raw... please Brother... not like this... I can’t take it..."

"You can take it, and you will take it," Jun Hao growled low, his voice filled with absolute dominance. He reached up with both hands, gripping her soft, fleshy hips tightly, his fingers digging deep into her skin, leaving fresh bruises. He didn’t let her escape, didn’t let her rest. He held her steady, and then, applying slow, relentless pressure, he began to pull her hips downward, forcing her to sink down onto him little by little, centimeter by centimeter.

"Relax your muscles... sink down slowly... swallow me inch by inch," he commanded, staring up at her face with burning desire. "Take every bit of me... just like you were born to do."

Mei Ling cried out, her body arching backward, her head thrown back as she felt the huge, thick head push against her sensitive ring. It burned, it stretched, it ached deep in her womb, sharp pain mixed instantly with an overwhelming, maddening pleasure that made her head spin. With his hands guiding her down relentlessly, she had no choice. Little by little... slowly... painfully... deliciously... she sank down, her raw walls stretching wide open again, engulfing his massive length, fighting through the sensation, screaming and moaning loudly all the way down.

"AAAAHHH... HHH... IT’S STRETCHING... IT BURNS... SO FULL... TOO MUCH... HHH!" she gasped, breathless and trembling, struggling to endure the size that was tearing her apart from the inside.

But Jun Hao didn’t stop pulling her down. He forced her hips lower and lower, enjoying every twitch of pain and pleasure on her face, watching his dark, thick shaft slowly disappear inside her wetness inch by inch.

Finally... with a wet, deep, heavy squelch sound... the very base of his manhood pressed tight against her skin. She had taken every single inch of his forty centimeters deep inside her womb, completely seated, her hips resting flat against him, her body fully impaled on his monster.

And it didn’t take long. Only a few moments had passed since she was fully seated, feeling the heavy, heavy weight of him filling her completely, feeling the heat radiating from deep inside her belly, feeling the pulse of his blood throbbing against her inner walls... when suddenly, the stimulation became too much to bear once more.

The raw, sensitive nerves inside her, already over-excited from everything he had done before, reacted violently to the huge presence inside her. Her inner muscles began to spasm and contract uncontrollably, squeezing him tight, rippling and massaging his shaft rhythmically from root to tip. The friction, the fullness, the heat, and the sheer size combined to create an explosion of sensation.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

Mei Ling threw her head back, her mouth opening wide to let out a long, piercing scream that tore through the air. Her body stiffened rigidly, her back arching high, her legs locking tight and shaking uncontrollably. She came again, hard and fast, overwhelmed by the pleasure. She squirted and released a massive wave of fluids deep inside and around him, flooding his groin completely, her inner walls clamping down hard and pulsing wildly, milking him continuously.

Inside, Jun Hao felt it perfectly. It felt exactly like her soft, wet, warm hands were kneading, squeezing, and massaging his manhood from the inside, rubbing every vein, every curve, every inch of him with rhythmic, desperate contractions. It was the most incredible, heavenly sensation he had ever felt — tight, hot, alive, and incredibly wet. He groaned deeply, his voice rumbling in his chest, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

"Yesss... squeeze me... milk me... massage me from the inside... that feels amazing..." he hissed, gripping her hips even tighter, holding her right there at the deepest point.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of her own climax and the sheer exhaustion of her body, Mei Ling’s strength finally deserted her completely. She could no longer hold herself upright. Her body went limp, heavy, and boneless. She slumped forward, falling softly down onto his chest, collapsing with her face buried in the crook of his neck, her arms hanging loosely over his shoulders. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly, gasping for air, her whole body trembling and twitching, completely spent.

Yet, even in this collapsed, exhausted state, her lower body remained seated firmly on him, her swollen, wet, ruined entrance still clamped tight around his massive length, still deeply embedded inside her, refusing to let go, connected completely as one body.

Jun Hao wrapped his arms around her limp, trembling form, holding her close to him. He brought one hand up to the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her messy hair, and tilted her face up toward his. He looked into her half-lidded, teary, dazed eyes, her lips red and swollen from earlier. Then, he lowered his head and crushed his lips against hers in a wild, hungry, possessive kiss.

He kissed her deeply, violently, devouring her mouth, sucking on her lips, biting her lower lip, and then forcing his tongue deep inside her mouth. He tangled his tongue wildly with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth, dominating her completely, tasting her breath, her saliva, and her tears. He kissed her until she was breathless, until she whimpered softly into his mouth, completely overwhelmed by his affection and his brutality mixed together.

Breaking the kiss only slightly, Jun Hao whispered hoarsely against her lips, "You are mine... every part of you belongs to me... and I am never letting go."

Then, his hands moved back to grip her hips again, digging in hard. He stopped letting her rest. He stopped letting her recover. He began to move.

He started by guiding her hips up and down slowly at first, lifting her slightly and slamming her back down onto him, grinding deep circles, stirring everything inside her. Then, he took control entirely. He held her body weight easily, and began to thrust his own hips upward from below, driving his massive length in and out of her in powerful, deep strokes.

Harder...

Faster...

Deeper...

He started slowly, but with every thrust, every second, the rhythm increased in speed and force. He pounded into her relentlessly, violently, mercilessly. He used her collapsed, limp body like a doll, lifting her and impaling her over and over again, driving that impossible size deep into her womb, hitting her deepest, most sensitive spot with every single stroke.

"AAAAHHH... HHH... BROTHER... IT’S TOO MUCH... TOO DEEP... AAAAAHHH!" Mei Ling whimpered against his chest, her voice nothing but broken gasps and screams, completely unable to do anything but take it, take it, and take it again. "I’M GOING TO BREAK... I’M GOING TO MELT... HAI... HAI... HAI..."

Jun Hao didn’t listen. He couldn’t hear anything except the sound of their bodies slapping together loudly, the wet squelching sounds of her overflowing fluids, and the intoxicating feeling of destroying his own little sister.

Faster... Harder... Deeper...

He increased the pace to a blur, pistoning in and out of her swollen, ruined passage with terrifying force. He abused her body completely, using it to satisfy his endless lust, stretching her, filling her, owning her. The bed creaked and shook violently against the wall. Her breasts bounced wildly against his chest. Her legs shook uncontrollably around his waist.

And still, he kept going. The rhythm became faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, pushing both of them toward the ultimate peak, completely lost in a whirlwind of sin, pleasure, and absolute domination, right there in the quiet house where they were completely alone, with hours still left before anyone would return.