Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system Chapter 627: Ch-626: Maid Again (3)

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Wang Ming and Zhang Zihan continue their intimate encounter. After reaching a climax, Wang Ming positions Zhang Zihan face down to continue their passionate session. He focuses on driving her to further pleasure, ultimately fulfilling her desire for release.

The maid nodded, her eagerness to experience that intense pleasure again palpable.

Wang Ming reclined on the bed, his robust manhood standing proudly against his abdomen.

Zhang Zihan positioned herself above him, her legs straddling his hips. The sensation of his member grazing her intimate folds made her bite her lip in anticipation of being filled.

Grasping his shaft, Wang Ming guided it towards her opening.

"Proceed at your own rhythm," he instructed, his gaze fixed intently on her.

Zhang Zihan slowly descended, feeling the thick head of his cock breach the tightness of her pussy.

"Uuuu..."

She gasped, her eyes widening at the profound stretch.

"Mmm, it’s so... so large," she whimpered, bracing her hands on his chest.

Wang Ming nodded, his jaw clenched as he fought for control.

His hands found her hips, assisting in her movement.

"Ahhhh, Nnnn... I feel so full, it’s stretching me immensely,"

Zhang Zihan continued sinking down, inch by agonizing inch, until she was fully enveloped by his cock.

Her pussy throbbed around him, stretched to its absolute limit.

"Mmm, so full, ahhhh..." she moaned, her head falling back as she reveled in the sensation.

Wang Ming’s grip on her hips tightened, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he suppressed the urge to thrust.

"Ohhh! Fuckkk! Young Master, you’re making me climax just from penetration!" Zhang Zihan shrieked as she felt overwhelmed by his massive cock. He was now completely inside her, the member of another man buried deep within her, not her husband, unleashing an immensely powerful orgasm from her. Her legs trembled as she dug her nails into his back, nearly convulsing. "Ohhh, Ohhh, Yes! Mmm my god! I’m cumminggg!!"

She began to bounce with ferocity on his rigid member, inciting him towards his own climax. Her pussy stretched as she ascended and descended the massive shaft, his penis slick with the maid’s essence.

"Ride me," he growled, desire blazing in his eyes.

Zhang Zihan nodded, her hands moving to his shoulders as she commenced her movements.

She lifted herself until only the tip of his cock remained within her, then dropped back down, taking him fully once more.

"Euuuckkkkk...."

Her consciousness flickered, stars dancing before her eyes as they squeezed shut and her mouth gaped open.

It was a devastating critical hit to her most vulnerable spot.

She moaned at the friction, the feeling of his cock dragging against her inner walls.

"Faster," Wang Ming urged, his hips moving in synchrony with hers. The maid obeyed, bouncing on his cock, but at a slower pace now, her breasts swaying with each motion.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The distinct sound of their skin slapping against each other filled the room, harmonizing with their panting breaths.

"Ah, ah, AH! Ah, ah, ah, haaah* haaah* Haah" Zhang Zihan moaned, each thrust penetrating deeply, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Her full breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples becoming hard and aching as her body rocked back and forth, her hips working him with escalating intensity.

Her movements were initially languid, her hips grinding against him, her body swaying with an intoxicating rhythm as she found her stride.

Wang Ming’s hands shifted to her waist, dictating her rhythm before one hand slid down to caress her firm, rounded backside.

"AAhhn....master...It’s so thick and hard..."

Her grinding hips caused the bedstead to creak loudly. Wang Ming’s hands darted to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding and encouraging her.

"What a marvelous sight."

He leaned forward, suckling her nipples. His tongue slowly traced their peaks as if savoring a glorious feast.

He could observe everything… the way her breasts swayed with each undulation.

Her own hands clenched his hair, holding him close to her breast as she began to ride him in earnest, abandoning the gentle grind for a frantic, rising and falling motion. With each downward plunge, he felt the head of his cock kiss her deepest point, a breathtaking impact that stole the breath from both their lungs. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a lewd percussion to their ragged breathing.

"Nnneigh! So good! ARGHHHH."

"Yeahhh...Yeah! That’s it.."

He could feel her internal walls begin to shift, her muscles fluttering and clenching around him erratically, tightening, attempting to draw his cock deeper.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Her perky buttocks slammed onto Wang Ming’s thigh, producing a loud slapping sound.

Zhang Zihan’s moans intensified, her back arching as she rocked against him, her movements growing more frantic as the pleasure drove her into a frenzy.

"Mmmm, yes, master... harder... please... harder..." she begged breathlessly, her voice trembling with raw desire.

Her body quaked with each impact, her hips grinding down on him, riding him harder and faster as she became lost in the overwhelming sensations.

"You seem to enjoy this, don't you?" Wang Ming growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble. His hand tightened on her bruised flesh, "You love being treated like a cheap whore." Zhang Zihan let out a needy whimper in response, her body shaking uncontrollably as she rode him with a wild abandon. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the air. She had no regard for anything else—only the sensation of his cock filling her cunt, the sharp sting of his hand on her skin, and the exquisite agony of complete subjugation. The rhythmic thudding of her backside resounded, her wetness cascading down his thighs and onto the carriage's seat. With her head hanging down, Zhang Zihan’s breathing grew shallow, her eyes shimmering with unbridled lust. He lowered his head, his lips seizing hers in a scorching kiss, his mouth consuming hers with an intensity that mirrored the rhythm of their intertwined bodies. Their tongues met, engaging in a deep, intimate dance, a desperate fusion of desires that propelled them both toward the edge. The soft moans escaping their lips mingled, filling the carriage with an electrifying tension that only amplified their surging lust.