Jun Hao remained still for a moment, seated deeply inside Lanruo, his heavy, thick cock buried to the very hilt within the hot, welcoming depths of her vagina. He didn’t move much; he simply stayed there, perfectly still, completely absorbed in the intimate sensation of being encased so tightly and warmly inside her body. He relished every tiny pulse, every subtle throb, and every soft ripple of her inner walls as they rhythmically squeezed and fluttered against his shaft. Every contraction of her inner flesh gave him immense satisfaction, making him feel how eagerly and greedily her body clung to him, refusing to let go.

His hands never stopped moving, constantly stimulating her, keeping her senses overwhelmed. His right hand never ceased its relentless teasing of her breasts; he squeezed, kneaded, twisted, and pulled hard on her sensitive nipples, tugging them out long and hard, rolling them between his fingers, alternating between firm pressure and sharp pulls, ensuring those sensitive peaks were constantly agitated and kept hard and erect.

Meanwhile, his left hand was busy lower down, his fingers never stopping their work on her other hole. He kept digging, probing, and churning his fingers deep inside her loose, wet asshole, relentlessly stirring and twisting within that sensitive ring of muscle. He pushed his fingers in and out, scissoring them wide, lubing the area with her own fluids, constantly tormenting and stimulating that forbidden hole, keeping it hot, slippery, and highly aroused, even though he was not using it now.

Lanruo was already falling apart completely. Caught between the full, heavy feeling in her vagina, the relentless torment on her nipples, and the constant, invasive stimulation in her back hole, she writhed and thrashed wildly against him. She let out long, drawn-out, erotic moans and breathy gasps, her voice thick with pleasure, sounding incredibly lewd and tempting. Every whimper, every gasp, and every desperate cry that escaped her lips was pure fuel to Jun Hao; those filthy, intoxicating sounds traveled straight to his core, stoking the fire within him all over again.

Slowly but surely, the calm, tender mood from earlier vanished completely, replaced by a rising, overwhelming heat. Beneath, his cock — which had been resting comfortably and satisfied — began to react to her voice and her body’s reaction. It stiffened, swelled, and grew heavy once more, hardening again to its full massive size, thicker and longer than before, rock-hard and throbbing with renewed, fierce lust, fully resurrected and ready for more.

Jun Hao just looked down at her, his eyes dark and gleaming with desire, a faint, amused smirk playing on his lips. He spoke only once, softly, simply, honestly, with that gentle, teasing tone, never praising, never insulting, just stating the obvious truth.

"Your voice... makes me hard all over again."

That was all he said. Then he fell silent again, his gaze intense, the wild, dominant hunger flaring back up inside him.

With smooth, controlled strength, Jun Hao shifted their position. He guided Lanruo backward, laying her down fully onto the soft cushions of the sofa until she was lying flat on her back, her legs falling open wide and high, completely exposed and offered up to him. His connection to her remained unbroken; his cock stayed buried deep inside her the entire time, never pulling out even an inch during the movement.

He immediately leaned over her, covering her body completely with his larger, heavier frame, wrapping his arms around her back and waist, pulling her body tight against his own in a crushing, powerful embrace. Then he descended upon her mouth, claiming her lips in a fierce, hungry, and savage kiss. He devoured her mouth greedily, his tongue plunging deep inside, wrestling wildly with hers, sucking hard and deep as if he wanted to drink down every drop of moisture, every taste, and every breath inside her mouth, consuming her completely until nothing was left.

Breaking the kiss only to breathe, Jun Hao pulled his upper body back slightly, bracing himself over her. Then, without warning, the gentleness vanished entirely. He began to hammer into her with terrifying, overwhelming force. He pulled his thick, glistening shaft out agonizingly slowly, dragging it along every sensitive ridge and fold inside her, only to slam it back in violently, driving it deep and hard as if he intended to pierce right through her body and pound straight into her womb.

He repeated this rhythm over and over, endlessly: slow withdrawal, then brutal, forceful impalement. In... and out... deep... and hard. Each thrust was powerful, deep, and heavy, rocking her entire body up off the sofa cushions, the impact heavy and thunderous.

Lanruo was completely disoriented, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his assault. She gasped, jerked, and her eyes bulged wide open in shock and bliss every time he buried his massive length deep inside her, feeling like she was being split open and filled completely all over again. She could do nothing but lie there, legs trembling and spread wide, taking every inch of his relentless power.

She climaxed instantly, and then again, and again, over and over without a single moment of rest or recovery. Her body was forced into wave after wave of violent, continuous orgasms, one blending straight into the next, endless and relentless. Her back arched sharply off the sofa, her body stiffened and convulsed repeatedly, her toes curled tight, and she thrashed uncontrollably beneath him, trapped in a cycle of ecstasy forced upon her by Jun Hao’s relentless, merciless rhythm.

Jun Hao didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, and didn’t give her a break. He watched her fall apart, listened to her screams, and felt her inner walls clamp and spasm wildly around him again and again, driving him further into his own frenzy, pounding her deeper, harder, and faster, determined to make her come until she could no longer move, filling her with his strength and his lust completely.