Zhang Wei's cock, after ravaging two exquisite pussies for ages, finally trembled with satisfaction as he slowly, dripping with sticky juices, pulled out of Yafei's already numb vagina. Yafei's body, as if drained of all strength, collapsed limply onto the luxurious bed. Her face flushed, she panted uncontrollably, her legs trembling slightly from the intense thrusting. Her vulva was swollen and tinged an alluring pink. A sticky mixture of white fluid and blood oozed from her pierced opening, soaking the quilt beneath her.
Xun'er's vagina was similarly pounded to its fullest, her tight walls trembling with emptiness at the moment the cock was withdrawn. A flood of love juice and semen flowed from between her plump labia, leaving lewd streaks on the bedsheets. Her eyes were hazy, her body limp, her breathing rapid, yet she clung to Zhang Wei's body, feeling his lingering heat and scent.
The bedroom was filled with a rich, sweet aroma of love juice, semen, and virgin blood, the incriminating evidence of ultimate indulgence. Yet, after enduring the rapture of this cock, the two women seemed to have reached some kind of unspoken understanding.
Yafei's eyes, once naturally captivating, were still hazy, but gradually regaining a hint of clarity. She felt the emptiness and swelling between her thighs, the wet heat gushing from her vagina, and a look of helplessness, yet a faint blush of satisfaction, crossed her face. Slowly, with a touch of difficulty, she rose to her feet. Even though every movement caused excruciating pain in her lower body, she gracefully lifted a gauze nightgown from the bedside and gently draped it over her sweat-drenched, smeared body.
Her long, slender legs were now so weak they could barely stand, and each step was accompanied by a subtle tremor. She slowly made her way to the bathroom in the corner of the bedroom. Her back, in the flickering candlelight, looked both exhausted and charming, yet also carried an indescribable allure of complete conquest. The gentle sound of running water echoed from the bathroom as Yafei cleansed her body, ravaged by the pounding of a cock.
Xun'er also slowly lifted herself from Zhang Wei's body. Her lithe waist still twitched slightly, and her thighs were stained red from the excessive friction. Her once pristine, pale black dress was now stained with white fluid and Yafei's blood, making her look somewhat disheveled. Her dark eyes shone with a complex glint: contentment, exhaustion, and a deep, hidden pleasure of being completely conquered by Yafei.
Without a moment's pause, she too rose and headed for the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of water took on a gentler, more ethereal quality, belonging to Xun'er. In their separate shower rooms, they silently yet with tacit understanding washed their bodies, ravaged by desire and cock. The rich, lustful scent seemed to fade with the water's flow, replaced by a light, bathing fragrance.
When Xun'er and Yafei emerged from the bathroom, their bodies clean, the languid satisfaction emanating from their bones, the lingering moisture and haze in their eyes, still betrayed the frenzy of their earlier moments. Yafei had changed into a looser, softer silk nightgown. Her long, dark hair, wet and flowing, cascaded over her shoulders, adding a touch of raw, wild beauty to her. Xun'er had also changed into clean clothes, but a faint blush still lingered on her delicate face.
Xun'er walked over to Yafei, her dark eyes brimming with a complex mix of emotions: triumphant satisfaction at Yafei's degradation, and a twisted empathy with being a fellow admirer of "Brother Xiao Yan." She reached out and gently, yet firmly, grasped Yafei's fair, soft hand.
"Well, Sister Yafei," Xun'er's voice was soft and husky, carrying a hint of an unprecedented, hidden secret shared only by the two of them. A subtle sly glint flashed in her eyes: "It's a pleasure to work with you."
Yafei's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of meaning gleaming in those eyes, those that saw through the world. She felt the warmth of Xun'er's palm and the hidden meaning in her words, and a helpless yet charming smile curled her lips. She said nothing, simply gently returning Xun'er's hand, a gesture that silently expressed her acceptance and submission.
A satisfied smile played at the corner of Xun'er's lips. Gently, she pulled Zhang Wei along and left Yafei's bedroom. Pulling him along, she walked through the luxurious corridors of Mittel Auction House toward her own, more private, and more elegantly simple bedroom.