The cheap denim slid toward her hips. The drag of the zipper rasped against the silence.
"Lift." The command was guttural. Chen trembled, shifting her weight to push hips back. The cheap jeans and worn cotton panties surrendered together, bunching past knees then down thick, concrete-warm thighs until she kicked them free. Her bare legs were sturdy, pale beneath the harsh grey light, dusted with faint scratches from kitchen toil. They widened instinctively, a raw, offering posture before the vast emptiness.
Zhou's gaze raked downwards: the dense swell of her lower belly, the darkened crease where thigh met groin, the buried map of flushed flesh, damp curls glossy and dark against her fair skin. The scent surged now – vinegar sweat mixed with kitchen grime and the primal, startlingly sweet rush of awakening female arousal.
He dropped to a crouch before her, hands firm on her waist, the concrete-cool floor against his bare knees grounding him against the primal wave. He didn't bury his face immediately. Instead, he dipped his head just enough to breathe deeply, inhaling her raw, unmasked need. The sound that escaped her was a ragged sob for relief. Then his mouth descended the taut valley between hipbone and groin. Kisses, harsh and open-mouthed, blazing a path. Teeth lightly raked the tender skin of her inner thigh. She cried out, fingers plunging spasmodically into his sweat-damped hair, not pushing away but holding on, anchoring herself against the surge.
As his mouth traversed the sensitive neural crossroads where thigh met mound, Chen screamed. Her legs buckled slightly, catching on his shoulders. He felt the slick heat radiating from her. The first blunt push of his tongue found her entrance, not tentatively, but demanding physical ingress. He ground the flat surface against her ripe, swollen flesh, bathing the burning core before circling the desperately hard bud pulsing above it. Raw, slick friction against taut nerves.
"TIAN!" Her voice shattered the vaulted space. She crashed bodily against him, anchoring his head through unlimited motion with ruthless grabs through his hair. Her hips pumped, turning savage grace at unhinged intervals as his tongue plunged deep—arching under; working her dripping slip—then swirling cruel, hard rings around the straining pearl erupting wild with each devastating lap. Every new plateau swallowed her cries until all noise above was breathless despair. He hadn't nearly spent the need to drink. His fingers had already found her exposed nipples from below, pinching relentlessly close to pain as his tongue deliberately choked against the pulsing as she came—chaotic warmth draining her limbs as she collapsed forward across the slab.
Her pants thickened into low groans echoing down concrete. She sprawled awkwardly across steel-cold industrial surface, flesh shuddering with aftershocks, eyes glazed. Zhou stood above her. His sweatpants were taut with his own imprisonment. He shoved them off violently as Chen turned heavily beside him on crushed ribs to gaze wetly, her legs displayed wide without conscious instruction. That unreserved exposure triggered him physically as much as the glistening rawness between her legs.
He gripped her lower legs to pull her close towards the edge. Then he climbed atop radiating heat over her. He placed one hand high on her thigh, pinioning sturdy flesh as he slammed entry aggressively home without hesitation. Air punched violently from Chen's chest at the unceremonious fullness. She winced instinctively but recovered immediately, her hips snapping furiously back upward to meet his penetration, grinding ruthlessly onto his pubic bone while clasping tightly perfectly under the initial stroke. Skin slapped skin. Resonance amplified by concrete echoed brutality manifest in the thrusting vibration through her dragging breasts below him.
Zhou Tian's entry had been swift, brutal, stealing Chen Liling's breath and replacing it with a guttural "Guh!". He pinned her right leg high against his hip, opening her wider against the unforgiving edge of the kitchen island. Her left leg kicked frantically beside them, finding no purchase on the polished concrete floor. Driven by the primal heat blooming from her core and the relentless pressure within, her hips surged upward to meet the next thrust, grinding her swollen cleft ruthlessly against his pelvis. The impact shuddered through her magnificent breasts, sending them into heavy, visible oscillation – a soft, pendulous dance of flesh.
His hand, previously anchoring her thigh, slid up her body with predatory speed. Fingers tangled roughly in the thick fall of her dark hair, silencing an incoherent moan into the cold steel. His other hand clamped onto her left breast with proprietary roughness. He seized the full moon of pale skin and dark areola, his calloused, scarred palm engulfing its tensile softness. Instead of gentle worship, his fingers became instruments of exquisite torment. The pad of his thumb pressed hard against her stiff, flushed nipple, grinding the sensitive bud in a ruthless, slow circle into her yielding flesh, pinning it against the firm mound. At the same moment, his pointer and middle fingers squeezed the base of her breast, compressing the resilient warmth.
"Ah! TIAN! " Chen screamed into the hand muffling her face, her body arcing off the counter. The dual assault – the deep, leveraging thrust spearing her core and the ruthless manipulation of her hyper-sensitive nipple – fused into a single point of overwhelming sensation. Tears welled in her scrunched eyes. "Nipples It feels so good".
He maintained the cruel nipple clamp, altering the motion – sharp tugs downward punctuated by hard squeezes at the crest, forcing choked, animalistic gasps from her throat barely contained by his grip in her hair. His thrusts gained ferocity, leveraging the angle to ram deep inside her slick channel, the thick root slamming jarringly against her exposed clit with every driving impact. Skin slapped skin – wet, obscene reports echoing like pistol cracks in the cavernous space, punctuated by her high-pitched whimpers breaking through muffled screams.
He leaned forward, his sweated torso pressing against her trapped breast, amplifying the pressure on her tortured nipple. His mouth found the shell of her ear. "Scream louder," he growled, his voice raw stone. "Fill the void."
Released by words more than his grip, Chen threw her head back as another brutal thrust wracked her, unleashing a raw, keening wail that ricocheted off the concrete walls. "AAAAAIII YAAAA! SO DEEP! SO DEEP!"
Her free hand found her other neglected breast, her own fingers roughly mimicking Zhou's assault, pinching and pulling her own rigid nipple, adding another layer of searing sensation that threatened to fracture her mind. Eyes squeezed shut, lost in the maelstrom of pain-pleasure, she thrashed wildly beneath him, the heavy weight of her breasts jolting violently with each piston of his hips. Sweat plastered his faded t-shirt against her belly. The scent of chlorine from the floor mingled with musk and her own sharp, terrified arousal.
Zhou's rhythm became erratic, jagged spikes of force. He roared as he buried himself hilt-deep and held it, grinding knuckle-deep inside her pulsing tightness. His trapped hand squeezed harder, crushing soft mammary flesh around the base (PAIN!), the pressure radiating white heat through her body consonantly with the pulsing heat exploding deep within her core (PLEASURE!). Chen had no breath left to scream. Only a silent, open-mouthed rictus and guttural rasps vibrated against his palm as she spasmed violently around him, clenching with wave after violent wave of ecstasy that merged with the sharp bite of exquisite torment in her breast. Tears streamed down her temples. Her pinned nipple throbbed fiercely under the relentless onslaught of his fingers. Her head swam with darkness and blinding light. Together, they rode the colliding currents into the brutal, untamed heart of sensation.
The silence was a physical weight, heavy and cold. Zhou remained pressed against her for long seconds atop the chilled metal, buried deep inside her slowly relaxing sheath, his breathing harsh against her sweat-drenched temple. His punishing grip slackened on her breast, replaced only by the weight of his large hand resting possessively on its meaty curve. She felt bruised, pumped full of heat and thick chemistry. The cold counter leached feeling back into her sprawled back.
He withdrew abruptly, leaving her gaping, hollow. The emptiness was startlingly profound. He pivoted away without a glance, naked silhouette stark against the pale grey light suffusing the cavernous room as he walked towards the distant bathroom alcove. He moved with the same contained violence, his flaccid cock slick and bobbing slightly against his thigh. Chen felt the wet smear on her inner thighs, the cold air stinging raw, exposed nipples still triumphantly stiff. Her breasts felt tender fortress ruins conquered senseless amid smoke.
A faucet hissed violently somewhere unseen. She didn't move. Weak cries failed climbing further than her desperate throat. Terror of grounding collided stupidly with fragile want beyond blip decimation. With aching slowness, she pushed herself upright, wincing as bruised muscles protested. Her breasts swung heavily – magnificent battle trophies now overripe fruit in a desert. Bottomless ache exchanged pelvic concrete warming strangely as betrayal moisture under thighs met clotting salt winds above skin-split numbness ascending squalid anticipation for dawn shifts ahead. Such true ravages rarely ever screamed without configuring cost. Still glowing vicious pink deep within crazed.