The Strongest Master Venturing Urban-Chapter 907 - 909: Shut Her Mouth for Me!

This was Ji Huiyue’s first time having her rear entrance taken—an overwhelming cocktail of shame and discomfort crashed through her, yet from the depths of that humiliation crept an unfamiliar pleasure.

Though she resisted fiercely at first, the moment the garden plug’s head pressed against that sensitive spot inside her intestine, Ji Huiyue convulsed uncontrollably.

Chen Bin, relentless, drove his mighty dragon, already threatening to slip from Yougu’s wet grip, deep into the very heart of her flower.

Under the double assault, Ji Huiyue soared straight into the throes of climax.

She sobbed and shook her head wildly, while the tight Yougu seized and sucked ravenously around him.

A torrent of warmth gushed free from the gap between his dragon and her Yougu like a fevered spring escaping restraint.

The intensity of pleasure painted her face crimson—caught between bliss and oblivion.

When Chen Bin suddenly yanked his dragon out from the gripping depths of her Yougu, the trapped spring exploded out in a wild rush.

Spent after her orgasm, Ji Huiyue collapsed limply onto the mattress.

Eyes closed, she drew in the fresh air, every breath dripping with deep satisfaction.

Chen Bin, grinning wickedly, reached out to caress the tender, pink folds of her Yougu with deliberate strokes.

He brought his fingers, slick with their mingled juices, up to his nose and inhaled.

The musk of her feminine hormones sent a jolt of energy through him.

Without any hesitation, he seized his dragon in hand again and pushed it brutally back into her Yougu.

That savage, balls-deep thrust left Ji Huiyue screaming with pleasure.

Wetness poured ceaselessly from her Yougu, each trickle making it easier for his dragon to thrust even deeper inside.

At the same time, Chen Bin raised his riding crop, whipping relentlessly at the full, upright peaks of her White Jade Peak.

When the whip bit at her Bud, a sharp sting of pain sent a shudder of pleasure coursing through Ji Huiyue, forcing another gasp from her lips.

"My... Master!" she wailed. "I’m coming! Mmm~ It feels so good! Pour it inside me—I want your child, ah!"

Suddenly, Chen Bin felt the inside of her Yougu sucking at him with greedy strength.

A scorching tide erupted and crashed against him all at once.

The dragon’s head was seized with burning heat, and Chen Bin could not help but grunt deeply.

Every pore on his body seemed to open, his frame convulsed—and from the dragon’s eye, torrents of essence erupted violently!

Thick, milky white seed surged upstream against the flow, flooding directly into Ji Huiyue’s deepest flower.

The waves of exhaustion washed over him again, and Chen Bin went limp atop Ji Huiyue’s spent body.

He hungrily wrapped his mouth around her tender Bud, greedily sucking air, face alight with satisfaction.

"Baby, you’re so filthy—I love it!"

Ji Huiyue gazed up at Chen Bin with adoration written deep across her face.

In that moment, she truly wanted this man—and had fallen deliriously in love with his dragon.

This overwhelming pleasure was pure intoxication; addictive, irresistible.

As silence blanketed the room, suddenly Ji Min’s voice broke through.

"Master, I want it too! My pussy’s aching—please, hurry up and fuck me!"

Climbing up next to Chen Bin, Ji Min knowingly offered him the dog leash.

Her eyes were glazed with wild desire—clearly savoring the thrill of being treated like a bitch on heat.

Once his hand gripped the leash, Chen Bin wasted no time, scooping her up and throwing her on the bed.

He raised the little riding crop, bringing it down hard on Ji Min’s pale, plump, upturned ass.

"Smack!"

The crisp, lewd crack rang out, and Ji Min cried out in feverish delight.

"Ah! No... don’t do that, it hurts!"

"Smack, smack, smack!"

Chen Bin’s whip struck again and again, driving Ji Min to squirm and wriggle in pain.

But with the leash pulled taut, she couldn’t escape at all.

Yet from the ache bloomed a wantonness that pulsed from somewhere deep in her soul.

When he’d grown weary of striking her, Chen Bin grabbed Ji Min’s neck from behind in a possessive grip.

His voice was low, savage: "Baby, does it feel good when your master whips you?"

Fear made Ji Min instinctively shake her head fervently.

"Mercy! Master, please, mercy! Don’t hit me anymore, it really hurts!"

Chen Bin slid his hand over her Yougu, discovering it was sticky and drenched with juices.

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