He lowered his head, bringing his face close until his nose was almost pressed against the plump, tender flesh. He stuck out his thick tongue and licked her labia, sweeping it wantonly across the slick, fleshy petals. The thick, juicy lips were licked open by him, the tender flesh trembling. Her nectar flowed over his tongue, viscous and sweet, so hot it numbed his tongue, his mouth filled with her lewd fragrance. He opened his mouth to suck, his tongue forcing its way into the slit of her lips, licking with a "slurp slurp" sound, sucking until the two plump folds made a loud smacking noises. He swallowed her juices mouthful by mouthful. The tip of his tongue found that crimson bud, small and perky like a ripe cherry. He rolled his tongue to tease it, licking sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, pressing his tongue flat against the bud to circle it, sucking it until it pulsed. Her nectar gurgled and gushed out.
The bewitching empress tilted her head back and moaned delicately, "Mmm... ah... ah..." Her voice was coquettish and charming, tinged with pleasure. Her red lips were slightly parted, her bewitching eyes half-closed, her voluptuous body trembling slightly. Her huge breasts swayed with waves of flesh. Her jade hands suddenly clamped down on his head, her fingers digging into his hair, pressing him down hard. She said in a charming voice, "Harder, you little bastard!"
Her legs clamped together, her plump thighs squeezing his face, the feeling of flesh so abundant it made his face flush red. Her body shuddered, and her honeyed hole suddenly tightened, spraying her nectar all over his face. The lewd fragrance assaulted his nostrils, captivating his very soul.
Ming Long was consumed by lust, nodding frantically, humming in agreement. His tongue licked with even greater effort. He extended his thick tongue, drilling it into her wet, hot, and tight honeyed hole. The tip of his tongue pushed apart the tender flesh, stirring vigorously inside, licking the plump labia inside and out. The tip of his tongue fiercely teased the crimson bud, rolling and sucking it until it swelled and grew hot, standing hard and erect. He thrust his tongue deep into her honeyed hole, stirring the tender flesh into a frenzy. Her nectar gurgled and flowed without stop. His nose rubbed against her pubic hair as he panted heavily. His hands gripped her round thighs tightly, kneading the plump, tender flesh. His fingertips dug in, leaving circles of red marks on her thighs. The springy touch was so hot it numbed his palms. The rod between his legs was as hard as iron, straining against his pants, so swollen it felt like it would explode.
The demon queen's body trembled uncontrollably under his licking. A raging fire of lust ignited deep within her honeyed hole. Her nectar flowed in a continuous stream, the slick, tender flesh contracting ceaselessly, as if to coil around and suck that thick tongue. Her eyes were hazy with desire, her pretty face flushed. Her red lips were slightly parted, emitting delicate gasps. Her full, luscious breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her snowy-white body was covered in a layer of lewd flush, exuding the rich, lewd fragrance of a mature woman.
She gave a sudden push with her jade hand, shoving Ming Long's head from between her legs. She rose, turned over, and straddled his waist. Her full, plump buttocks pressed down on his hips. Her jade hands tore open his pants. With a "riiiip," his thick, hard rod sprang out, veins bulging. The head was swollen purple-red, hard as an iron pillar, standing tall and proud. The tip was wet and dripping, so swollen it looked ready to burst.
A look of delight appeared on her face. With her eyes half-lidded, she said in a syrupy voice, "You little bastard, your cock is indeed thick and hard. Let me see if you have any real skill."
She raised her hips, her plump buttocks high in the air. Her snowy-white ass flesh trembled and swayed. Her wet labia parted slightly, revealing the tender, pink flesh inside. She aligned her honeyed hole with his rod and, with a slight twist of her waist, slowly sat down. With a "squelch," the thick rod entered completely. The tight, soft honeyed hole enveloped his member. The wet, hot flesh was like silk, wrapping around him tightly. The slick nectar lubricated her passage, the tender flesh coiling around his rod, bringing an ultimate, tingling pleasure.
The bewitching queen threw her head back and cried out lewdly, "Ah... so thick... so big... you've pierced this queen's very heart..."
Ming Long was in ecstasy, his soul about to leave his body. The rod between his legs was gripped by that wet, hot, tight legendary flesh, feeling like it would explode. Blood rushed to his head. Her labia were thick and juicy, spread open by the rod. The slick passage was intoxicatingly tight, bringing a soul-melting pleasure. His hands shot out and grabbed her slender waist, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He thrust his hips upward powerfully, his rod pistoning in and out of her honeyed hole, driving straight into her honey pot with every stroke. The "pap, pap, pap" sound of their coupling was utterly lewd.
The bewitching queen's body rose and fell, her huge breasts bouncing wildly. Her snowy-white peaks swayed with surging waves of flesh. Her plump buttocks slammed against his hips, the round ass flesh crrating ripples of lewd flesh waves with every impact. Her ass cheeks clenched tight.
Her eyes were hazy with desire, her lewd moans charming to the bone, "You little bastard... faster... you... you do have some skill... faster... ah!... ah!... ah!... harder... ah!... ah!... thrust... thrust deeper... ah!... ah!... ah...!"
The bewitching queen's body undulated like waves. Her voluptuous frame exuded a lewd, hot fragrance. Her pale white skin had a moist sheen. Beads of sweat, mixed with bathwater, trickled down, sliding over her towering breasts and dripping into her deep cleavage, crystal clear and soul-stealing. Her breasts were huge and round, like jade, full of elasticity. They bounced violently with her riding, the peaks surging like a tide, creating waves of lewd flesh that were dazzling to the eye. Her slender, supple waist twisted like a water snake. Her flat, firm abdomen hinted at a fleshy elasticity, accentuating the exaggerated, alluring curves of her thin waist and full hips.
Her plump buttocks flew up and down. Her full, thick ass cheeks were firm and plump. With every heavy descent, they slapped against Ming Long's hips with a "pap, pap, pap" sound, sending ripples of round flesh waves. Her ass cheeks clenched, squeezing out a deep cleft. Her wet mons was swollen by the thick rod, her thick, beautiful labia spread open like a blooming flower. The tender, pink flesh trembled as it enveloped his member. The red, swollen, perky bud was rubbed by the shaft, jumping with the contact. Crystal-clear nectar gushed like a spring, flowing down from their union, soaking the crimson silk sheets. It was viscous and bright, exuding the rich, lewd fragrance of a mature woman. The bewitching queen's honeyed hole was tight and soft, its walls contracting and coiling, as if countless tiny mouths were sucking on the head of his rod. The slick nectar lubricated her passage, bringing an ultimate, tingling pleasure.
Her eyes were hazy with desire, her red lips slightly parted. Her lewd cries were charming to the bone, "You little bastard... your skill is not bad... this queen underestimated you... faster... you really know how to fuck... ah!... ah!... ah!" Her moans were sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, every sound soul-snatching. Matching the wild bucking of her plump ass, her jade hands pressed against his chest, her fingertips digging into his flesh. Her huge breasts swayed violently with the motion, the waves of flesh churning. The snowy-white breast flesh was so hot it made his heart pound like a drum.
Ming Long was in ecstasy, his soul about to leave his body. The rod between his legs was gripped by that legendary honeyed hole, feeling like it would explode. Veins bulged, the head swollen purple-red. Blood rushed to his head. His hands gripped her slender waist tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her waist. He thrust his hips upward powerfully, his thick rod pistoning in and out like a violent storm, driving straight into her honey pot with every stroke. The impacts made the demon queen's tender flesh fold in and out, her nectar splashing everywhere, making a "gurgle, gurgle" sound of viscous fluids.
The bewitching queen laughed loudly and lewdly. Her pretty face was crimson, her bewitching eyes dazed. Her body rose and fell like a raging wave. Her voluptuous figure glowed with a lewd sheen on the large black jade bed, like a ripe jade goddess, exuding a soul-snatching, rich, lewd fragrance. Her plump buttocks shook even more wildly, the waves of flesh churning like a tide. Her honeyed hole suddenly contracted, the tender flesh coiling even tighter, sucking on the head of his rod.
Her body arched back, her beautiful hair cascading like a waterfall. Her huge breasts bounced high, the peaks swaying with a dazzling arc. Her slender waist twisted like a willow, driving her plump ass to ride him frantically. Her long, shapely legs wrapped around his waist.
Ming Long was utterly captivated by the bewitching queen's tight, soft honeyed hole. His thick rod pistoned even more wildly within her slick passage. The head of his rod was coiled and sucked by the tender flesh, a pleasure so intense it felt like his bones were melting. He thrust his hips upward powerfully, his rod driving straight into her flower's heart with every stroke, making the bewitching queen's plump buttocks tremble. Her nectar sprayed like a tide, making a rapid "pap, pap, pap" sound of coupling. The viscous, bright honey juice created a mess of their groins.
His hands clamped down on her slender, snake-like waist, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He panted heavily and growled, "Holy Mother... your lewd hole... it feels so good... I... I'm going to cum!"
The demon queen's bewitching eyes suddenly narrowed. A cold smile played on her red lips. Her plump ass continued its wild bucking, her round buttocks slapping against his hips, sending ripples of lewd flesh waves. The demonic art within her body suddenly activated. A yin, cold demonic energy surged from her dantian, transforming into an invisible vortex that shot straight towards Ming Long's lower body. Her honeyed hole contracted violently. The tight passage squirmed like a living creature, the tender flesh coiling frantically, like countless tiny mouths sucking on his rod. The suction was so strong it seemed it would drain his essence and blood along with his semen.
Ming Long felt a tingling pleasure in his groin, followed immediately by a bone-chilling cold that shot through his entire body along his rod. Before his semen could even eject, it was forcibly drawn in by the demonic art. His semen, blood, and vital energy rushed like a bursting dam, all flowing into the bewitching queen's body.
"Ah... Holy Mother... you...!" Ming Long's eyes widened, a hoarse moan escaping his throat. His face quickly paled. His once robust body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin shriveled, his eyes sunken, his breath suddenly weak. His hands fell limply to his sides. He tried to struggle, but he was pinned down by the bewitching queen's jade hands, unable to move.
The bewitching queen let out a cold snort, her eyes half-lidded. Her plump ass continued to rise and fall, her round buttocks pressing against his withered groin. The suction of her honeyed hole became even more terrifying. The tight passage squirmed like a living creature. Nectar mixed with demonic energy trickled down, soaking the bed and exuding a strange, fragrant aroma. Ming Long's rod twitched uncontrollably within her honeyed hole. His semen, blood, and even his soul were devoured by the demonic art until nothing was left. His body was as dry as firewood, his eyes vacant, his breath gone.
The bewitching queen's body shuddered, and she let out a lewd moan, as if sated with yang essence. The devoured blood and soul essence transformed into a warm current that surged within her dantian. A bewitching flush appeared on her pretty face. Her snowy-white body became even more crystal clear, like newly born suet jade. Her skin was moist and watery, faintly exuding a golden light that held a soul-stealing sheen.
She lightly raised her plump ass, her naked body rising gracefully. Ming Long's thick rod slid out of her honeyed hole, limp, bringing with it a stream of sticky nectar.
The bewitching queen glanced down at Ming Long's mummified corpse and snorted coldly, "Is that all? A piece of trash. I let you have a taste of this queen before you died. I was too generous to you."
She waved her hand, summoning the silver dragon, and said in a charming voice, "Little one, take this garbage out. Don't dirty my bed."
The silver dragon had been coiled to one side, its eyes half-closed as if asleep. Seeing its master's call, it hissed and its serpentine body nimbly slithered onto the large bed. It coiled around Ming Long's corpse, dragged it out of the secret chamber, and threw it into the abyss outside the hall.