The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 63: Stretched, Filled, and Moaning Loud Enough for All to Hear

Chi Jiao's hips slammed forward with punishing rhythm, and the room echoed with wet, obscene sounds as her cock plunged deep into Xue Lan's stretched, dripping pussy.

Xue Lan screamed.

Not in pain—**in bliss.**

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Her head was thrown back against the pillows, her robe tangled beneath her, breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. Her hands clawed at the sheets, then at her own thighs, holding them open for more. Her mouth was wide, moaning without shame.

"Yes—yes—*fuck*—don't stop—deeper!"

Chi Jiao grunted with each impact, her muscles rippling as she pistoned her hips forward, forcing her thick futa cock deeper than any man ever had. Sweat dripped down her bare chest, her breasts slick and heaving as her body moved with relentless power.

Lin Mu knelt at the foot of the bed, wide-eyed, breathless.

He saw everything.

Her pussy was stretched wide—**lips raw and puffy**, clinging around Chi Jiao's cock like it belonged there. Each thrust sent a fresh spray of slickness onto the sheets. Each withdrawal left her entrance gaping for a moment before it was plugged again.

Xue Lan's voice cracked.

"She's in my womb!" she cried, shaking. "She's fucking me *so* deep!"

Chi Jiao growled through her teeth.

"You love this cock, don't you?"

"Yes—yes, gods, yes—it's perfect—it's *so much better than his!*"

She didn't look at Lin Mu, but he flinched anyway.

Chi Jiao turned to him, eyes burning.

"Look at her," she said. "Look how well she takes it. Look how tight she is around a real cock."

Lin Mu was crying, moaning softly as his untouched cock twitched.

"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered. "She's never sounded like that before."

"She's never been *fucked* like this before," Chi Jiao spat, slamming deeper. The bed jolted.

Xue Lan's hands shot down to her pussy, fingers spreading her lips further so Lin Mu could see.

"She's stretching me wider than I knew I could go," she gasped. "Do you see it, Mu'er? Do you see what I *need*?"

He nodded, mouth dry, lips trembling.

"Yes, Lan'er. I see. You need her."

Chi Jiao snarled, hands gripping Xue Lan's thighs tighter.

"I'm going to cum inside her. Deep. You'll feel it dripping out when you clean her."

"Yes, Mistress."

The slapping of skin grew louder, faster. Chi Jiao's balls slapped against Xue Lan's ass, and the sheets were soaked through beneath them. Her moans reached a fever pitch—raw, wild, helpless.

And the crowd outside? They *heard* everything.

Gasps. Whispers. One voice whispered, "She sounds like she's being fucked into heaven."

Inside, Xue Lan cried out again, eyes rolling back.

"She's going to make me cum—I'm going to—*ahhhhhh!*"

She came hard, body jerking beneath Chi Jiao, pussy clenching violently around her cock. Chi Jiao cursed under her breath and shoved forward one last time, burying herself to the hilt.

Her cock throbbed. Pulsed.

And exploded.

Thick jets of hot cum filled Xue Lan's womb, pumping into her in long, shuddering waves. Her stomach twitched from the force, and her pussy overflowed instantly—creamy white dripping down her ass and pooling on the sheets.

Lin Mu wept.

Chi Jiao pulled back slowly, cock still rock hard and slick with release.

Xue Lan lay ruined—chest heaving, legs wide, twitching with aftershocks.

Chi Jiao looked down at Lin Mu.

"She's not done," she said. "And neither am I."