Under the-up thrill of guilt and sin, Qiao Shanshan's last shred of sanity and shame was barely holding its shit together, clinging to the tiniest bit of dignity she had left, fighting to keep that final line from being crossed.
But her starving-ass body, screaming for a man and aching to be filled, left her too damn weak to push back against Li Bin's rough, muscly grip. All she could do was pray in her head that he'd ease the hell up, while her body was already sinking deep into a horny, blurry mess she couldn't stop.
Qiao Shanshan knew if this kept going, she was gonna lose it for real. She wasn't even begging Li Bin anymore—she was begging her own damn self, her lonely, empty, sex-crazed body that was dying for some action. That greedy lust had her itching to get up close and personal with Li Bin, soaking up every hot-ass tease he threw her way.
She could feel her prissy little shame drowning fast in Li Bin's strong-as-fuck arms, melting into his blazing kisses—once she crossed that line, there'd be no damn turning back.
Cheating? It's zero or a million fucking times.
Qiao Shanshan was scared shitless—terrified she'd get hooked on this guy, hooked on the rush of sneaking around, drowning in a dirty, fallen lust she couldn't claw her way out of. That guilty, shameful vibe and the sting of betrayal were the only things propping her up, barely holding back the fire in her gut as she tried to block Li Bin's body from crushing hers.
Meanwhile, Li Bin was totally gone, drooling like a damn fool over Qiao Shanshan's gorgeous, snow-white tits. Those perfect jugs right in his face had him drunk on lust—no stopping him now. The sight of them jiggling fucked with his eyes, and the sweet milky scent hitting his nose hard—hell, he was practically dizzy from it. At this point, did he give a fuck about her weak, mumbled protests? Hell no.
Before she could even finish whining, Li Bin didn't give a shit—he opened his mouth wide and chomped down on her juicy nipple, tongue flicking and teasing it, then sucking like a goddamn beast.
Sweet, raw milk shot out from that perky nipple, filling his mouth with a wild, creamy taste.
His hot hands went full savage, grabbing both fat tits at once, kneading the hell out of 'em, loving how soft and meaty they felt. As he squeezed hard, her boobs squished and shifted under his grip.
Milky white juice sprayed out of the other bare nipple like a fucking fountain. Maybe she had too much damn milk—those tits were unloading like a firehose, blasting all over Li Bin's body.
The raw, sweet smell of milk turned into white streaks dripping down his jacket, soaking his shoulders big time.
"Gulp! Gulp!" Li Bin sucked it down hard, chugging her milk into his dry-ass mouth, swallowing it like a champ.
"Ah! No way!"
"Ah-ha! Ha-ha-ha! Ah-ha-ha-ha! So fucking embarrassing! You can't do this! It's for the baby! No way! Too damn humiliating! Li Bin!"
"This is so nasty!" The second he latched onto her crazy-sensitive nipple, Qiao Shanshan—who'd been shoving and struggling—jerked hard all over. A wave of shameful pleasure hit her like a fucking lightning bolt, rushing hot from her nipple straight down to her crotch.
It was like her licked-up nipple was wired to her pussy or some shit—just him sucking had her dripping wet. "Ah-ha-ha! Ah-ha!" She couldn't help it—she grabbed his head tight, shoving his face deep into her tits, legs wrapping hard around his waist, head thrown back, hair whipping around, teeth biting her lip as she moaned loud as fuck in total shame.
Her pussy was tingling and burning like crazy. He was sucking her nipple, but it felt like something was teasing her insides—her whole vagina was empty, hot, and gushing like a damn river.
Right then, Qiao Shanshan was done fighting.
Her sensitive nipples were the last damn gate holding back her tidal wave of horniness. The second Li Bin sucked 'em, all that bottled-up lust went apeshit, her empty, restless body burning wild with need.
Craving a man's body, fantasizing about his dick, she'd been lonely too damn long—now she was giving it back to Li Bin, full-on.
Li Bin's head got locked tight in her grip, his whole face buried in her soft, silky tit-flesh.
As she squirmed her chest, fresh milk sprayed all over his face, her tender, boobs smearing it around.
Those slippery, soft tits, slick with milk, rubbed hard against his cheeks.
Soft, smooth, tender, tight, juicy as hell—those sensations had Li Bin losing his damn mind, plastered with her giant milk-soaked tits, totally hooked and loving every second.