Then, Aya knelt under Ayn's crotch, her hands trembling as she yanked down his pants; that thick big cock "popped" out with a smack, the glans purple-red and swollen with bulging veins, hot scorching pre-cum stringing to splatter her cheek, truly startling this shy youthful girl.
Her eyes widened, pink lips parting slightly in a gasp—not because Ayn's big cock was bigger than before, nor because she was acting scared, but because her body was genuinely a little afraid. Even after deep-throating this meat rod multiple times, even after being fucked by it until her pussy flesh flipped and squirted wildly so many times, Aya's body instinctively jolted like the first time she'd seen it, her little pussy and asshole clenching tight, as if fearing this big cock would thrust in.
Why? Because not only did Ayn need that freshness—Aya craved experiencing the thrill of a "first night" every time too—so her Transcendent body responded to her inner call, as if forgetting the previous orgies where she'd been fucked to eye-rolling milk-squirting frenzy, reigniting that fear, shyness, yet hunger that made her little pussy twitch.
Though Aya hadn't said a word, Ayn clearly saw her startled look; that bashful submission burned his sadistic urge like scorching fire, his cock twitching to press toward her face. He grinned wickedly and asked: "Is it big?" Aya swallowed hard, her voice trembling: "It's so big..." Ayn pressed: "Is it thick?" She was a bit scared, blushing as she lowered her head: "It's so thick..." Ayn was thrilled to pieces: "Do you like it then?" Aya shyly kissed that ferocious glans, her pink lips sucking the salty-sweet pre-cum from the slit, eyes full of affection: "I like it..."
Ayn grinned evilly: "Like what?" Aya grew even shyer, unwilling to say it aloud, burying her pink face in his inner thigh. Ayn controlled his cock to twitch hard once, thrusting his hips forward so the glans bumped her cherry lips, stringing lewd fluid: "Say it—what do you like?" Aya's heart cracked with shame, yet deep down she loved this torment to death, stammering: "I... like... big cock..." Ayn still wasn't satisfied: "Whose big cock?" She was so shy she lowered her head, not daring to look at Ayn, but still said it coquettishly: "I like your big cock... fucking my little mouth..."
Ayn burst out laughing at that, his excitement surging as he shoved the big cock straight into her warm wet little mouth, gripping her hair and shaking his ass to personally rape this slut's throat. The thick long shaft buried root-deep in her throat, the glans pushing into the esophagus to bulge obvious ridges, squelching thrusting sounds mixing with saliva foam splashing from her lip corners.
Aya was startled by this rough action, yet deep down satisfied to the point her soul quivered, involuntarily savoring the stuffed pleasure of her little mouth being fucked, her tongue instinctively coiling around the veins as her throat flesh layered in strangling grips on the shaft.
That little mouth was so tight it hardly seemed like a mouth at all, but a custom-made sex toy for Ayn, rivaling the hot tight pussy and pink tender asshole in its wringing suction. That tongue was no ordinary tongue anymore, but a slutty little serpent—long and flexible, its body wrapping the shaft, rhythmically stroking with each of Ayn's fierce thrusts, the tongue surface scraping the veins to send waves of numbing electricity straight up his spine. Though the oral cavity was narrow, though Ayn's mouth-fucking was brutally rough, Aya's tongue tip could still reach the coronal ridge, coiling to tease the sensitive groove.
Even when Ayn's cock thrust root-deep, clearly already reaching the depths of her throat tube and clearly bulging it with obvious ridges, that tongue tip could still manage to lick the glans in such a state, delving into the slit to stir the urethra. The hot wet touch was like countless tiny mouths sucking, making Ayn's lower back ache as he wished never to pull out.
As for that esophagus, it was no longer a human one, but an indescribably wondrous flesh cave—lined with dense tentacle filaments that writhed like living things, teasing the shaft and glans groove as Ayn raped Aya's little mouth, some tentacle filaments even burrowing into the slit to tickle the urethral end, bringing unimaginable electric jolts of pleasure. This pleasured Ayn until he pounded her little mouth wildly, his ass crashing forward and back with slapping sounds, foam saliva spraying onto her tits in sticky strings that glistened.
Given the amplitude of Ayn's ass twisting, if it were an ordinary woman's little mouth, the oral cavity, tongue, and esophagus would surely be ruined—literally ruined, with muscles tearing apart, tongue snapping outright, even the cock fucking through the back of her skull, killing her on the spot. But Aya's little mouth, oral cavity, and throat tube were elastic to the brim, layering hot tight strangling grips—as if no matter how ruthlessly he fucked, it couldn't be broken.
Ayn's roughness didn't make Aya feel uncomfortable or distressed at all; instead, it aroused her body to an extreme degree—her little mouth truly became a slutty pussy, with the oral cavity, tongue, and throat tube lined everywhere with sensitive nerves comparable to those in a vagina, and even the filaments in the throat tube themselves were sex nerves. So, with each of Ayn's fierce thrusts, waves of intensely stimulating pleasure struck straight at her brain and soul, pleasuring her until her spine tingled, her little pussy erupting in a gushing squirt, hot scorching pussy juices splashing the grass into a sticky puddle, the pussy flesh spasming in layered contractions, begging for the big cock to hurry and stuff it full.
Of course, the squirting also meant Aya had ascended to ecstasy heaven, drool trickling from the corners of her raped little mouth, eyes rolling back to show the whites in a classic climax slutty face—cheeks flushed and contorted, saliva foam stringing to drip onto her tits. Yet even in climax, her body instinctively matched Ayn's fucking, the oral cavity sucking the shaft hot and tight, tongue coiling the veins, throat tube strangling the glans, filaments burrowing into the slit to tease the urethra, continuing to toy with the big cock and pleasuring him until he growled nonstop.
As for Ayn, seeing Aya's climax face after that thrilled him to the point his cock jumped wildly—he adored it beyond measure; what in the world could be more bursting with achievement than raping a pure girl until she showed this slutty side? Because this conquest desire burned like scorching fire, his cock spasmed uncontrollably, a flood-like hot wave surging from the base, testicles contracting and twitching in mad joy, glans swelling another circle, slit opening in preparation to spurt.
Then, under this surge of wild ecstasy, he clamped tight on the back of Aya's head, pressing her face flush against his crotch, the cock burying root-deep into her throat tube, starting to ejaculate straight in the esophagus depths. With each of Ayn's low, sinking groans, the cock spurted waves of thick white semen, that cum crashing like massive waves over Aya's body and soul, surging all the way to her stomach—hot scorching salty-sweet Transcendent essence filling her stomach sac, even swelling her little belly to bulge like a girl several months pregnant, so adorably tempting it made one want to knead it all over.
Aya's body and soul precisely captured Ayn's climax, then deriving ultimate pleasure from his spurting—to a degree that would directly explode an ordinary person's soul and body. And it was precisely this level of pleasure that brought Aya's body and soul in climax another wave of orgasm, pleasuring her until every pore flushed red and secreted lewd fluids, her little pussy spasming to wildly squirt hot scorching pussy juices in arcs, her cute uterus twitching and contracting uncontrollably, pink tender asshole pulsing open and closed like blooming petals, while the nipples sucked by the two tentacle big cocks sprayed milk madly, sweet sticky milk flowing straight through the energy conduits to Ayn's stomach, letting him gulp down that warm maternal comfort even without using his mouth.
Though energy tentacles could suck milk, whether for Ayn or Aya, neither soul nor body wanted to rely on tentacles for breastfeeding at a time like this—it felt too mechanical, lacking the hot waves of true attachment. So, even though the two were currently immersed in soul climaxes and unable to control their flesh bodies, their Transcendent bodies could still make instinctive choices.
Ayn's flesh, driven by instinct, pulled out the big cock stuffed in Aya's little mouth with a "pop," the glans bringing sticky saliva strings and residual cum—incredibly sexy, utterly lewd. Then, he draped over her body, grabbing her full tits with his hand, taking the pink tender nipple into his mouth, his tongue tip coiling around the stiff nub, sucking big mouthfuls of warm milk and gulping down the sweet sticky cream, the delicious milk flowing smoothly over his throat and making his soul warm and quivering all over.
And Aya's flesh sat on the ground, back against the rough tree trunk, holding Ayn's head like a mother nursing her infant, lightly stroking his hair to give warmth, security, and maternal love, that soft embrace letting the two bask in the afterglow of climax.
Of course, Ayn's climax this time was just a minor one, because his mind was so overly excited and pleased that his body couldn't help but reward Aya with a wave of thick semen, expressing his wild love for this woman. And precisely because of that, Ayn's cock didn't soften at all, remaining in full erection. At the same time, since it was only a minor climax, Ayn didn't linger too long in the afterglow; he quickly recovered from that electric shock-like soul quiver.
Just like in their previous lovemaking sessions, when he woke, he saw Aya kneeling beside him, one hand gripping the cock shaft tight and stroking up and down, her palm feeling the hot wave pulses of the rod, the other hand caressing the ballsack and testicles, fingertips lightly scraping the rough scrotal skin to bring waves of numbing electricity. Her tongue coiled around the glans, sucking the salty-sweet residual semen from the slit. The semen, pussy juices, milk, and bodily fluids on the surrounding ground had long been collected by Aya with MP during Ayn's climax, all sucked into her mouth like savoring fine wine—this woman truly loved Ayn's semen too much, as if she weren't human but one of those cute little succubi from erotic comics who fed on semen.
Noticing Ayn wake up, Aya immediately stopped licking the cock and straddled his crotch. She twisted her slutty ass, using her major and minor labia to wrap and rub the glans, the swollen labia layering to squeeze the coronal ridge, the hot tight touch pleasuring the glans until it twitched and leaked more pre-cum.
At the same time, she leaned down to kiss Ayn's mouth, her tongue plunging in to twist and tangle, releasing waves of MP to tease the sensitive nerves in his oral cavity, tongue root, and throat tube, electric numbness surging straight up his spine and making his cock rock-hard as it jumped up and down, secreting copious crystalline lewd fluid that splashed onto her labia in sticky strings.
Of course, in truth, the cock didn't even need to secrete lewd fluid, because Aya's little pussy had been rubbing the glans the whole time; the hot scorching pussy juices she'd secreted had long made the shaft slick and drenched, the massive glans smooth and gleaming with lascivious water light, the air thick with salty-sweet musky scent.
After kissing for a while, Aya breathed hotly into Ayn's ear and whispered softly, "I want it..." Her voice soft and trembling, the pussy mouth contracting to suck at the glans edge, begging for the big cock.
But this slut Ayn pretended not to understand, grinning mischievously as he asked, "What do you want?"
Aya put on a shy, bashful look, blushing as she lowered her head, her tits quivering against his chest, and said softly, "I... I want you to fuck me..."
Ayn chuckled "heh heh," pinching Aya's dainty little nose as he said, "Where do you want me to fuck you?"
Aya's heart throbbed like a tide, her pussy flesh twitching to seep more pussy juices, but she was still very shy; she murmured lowly: "Little... little pussy, and asshole too... whichever you like playing with, play with it... they're all yours..."
Hearing this, Ayn was finally satisfied, the fulfillment surging through him like a hot wave he needed to release, so he pinched Aya's tits and kneaded them hard, his palm feeling the elastic breast flesh, the stiff nipples seeping warm milk to moisten his fingers. Ayn's rough actions made Aya hum low, her heart sweet as honey.
Then, Aya impatiently adjusted her position, bracing against the tree trunk as she bent her waist into an arc, her two breasts hanging naturally, nipples dripping milk to fall onto the grass in strings, while her raised slutty ass wiggled up and down toward Ayn's crotch, the little pussy intimately rubbing the ballsack, hot tight labia wrapping the sack to scrape the rough texture; the asshole grinding the shaft, pink tender wrinkles contracting to suck the veins.
Ayn this slut wasn't in a hurry to thrust into her little pussy or asshole at all; instead, he gripped that 20cm thick long big cock tight, the glans first gently pressing against the outer labia, the hot scorching coronal ridge slowly rubbing that thin layer of tender flesh, feeling the labia's instinctive contraction and squeezing elasticity, sticky pussy juices instantly coating the glans, like a velvet hot pussy sucking the shaft.
Aya's ass instinctively bucked back, the labia layering to part and wrap the glans edge, the pussy mouth twitching to suck the slit, the hot tight touch pleasuring Ayn until his spine tingled, his cock base twitching faintly. However, he held back from thrusting in, only sliding the shaft up and down, the glans prodding the swollen clit, that pink tender little bean engorged and hard like a gem, ground until electric numbness shot straight to Aya's soul, making her brace against the tree trunk in moans and pants.
Ayn's playful mood struck, gripping the shaft to deliberately shallowly top half an inch into the pussy mouth, then pulling out to bring sticky lewd strings, the visual lewdness pleasuring him beyond measure. He teased repeatedly, the glans parting the labia to shallowly stir the pussy flesh, feeling the layered wrinkles' strangling hot waves, yet always retreating before breaking through, only letting pre-cum mix with pussy juices to splash hot arcs, trickling down the ass crack to the pink tender asshole, moistening the wrinkles to make it contract in begging.
Noticing he'd neglected the asshole, Ayn started gripping the big cock to toy with that pink tender chrysanthemum hole, the glans hot like a branding iron pressing against the closed wrinkles, the coronal ridge slowly rubbing the sensitive edges, rough veined shaft scraping the delicate petals, hot waves drilling straight into the shallow intestinal walls.
This made Aya's waist tremble, a muffled hum-like pant escaping her throat. Her ass instinctively arched back, the pink tender ring muscle contracting to suck the glans, sticky lewd fluid seeping to moisten the shaft in crystalline strings, the air thick with faint musky hot fragrance. He mischievously shallowly topped half an inch, then pulled out to bring hot scorching intestinal fluid splashing the ass crack, the glans repeatedly squeezing the wrinkles without entering, only letting that shy little mouth contract and release in begging for invasion.
A wave of empty swollen itch rushed from the asshole straight up her spine, making Aya's little pussy and asshole echo each other in successive spasms, her chest heaving as her tits swayed to spray milk arcs, pink lips parting in rapid pants, looking as if her soul was tormented to the brink of cracking by this teasing.