Yao Ji's body gradually softened after Zong Jun fondled her br3asts for a while. She was already accustomed to the intense pleasure Zong Jun brought her, and her little flower involuntarily began to water. Her little love lips twitched, feeling incredibly itchy inside. A pulsing ache throbbed between her legs. Her wide, almond eyes shimmered with tears, her face flushed crimson, her voice a breathy whisper. “You… you scoundrel… we’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“What’s wrong with nowhere?” Zong Jun suckled her br3ast, his hot chest pressed against her yielding form. A soft moan escaped her lips as the dampness between her legs intensified. “Look around. Wide open spaces, not a soul in sight. We can do whatever we please.”
He lifted her hips, guiding his hardened length against the wet flower between her legs. “My sweet treasure, spread your wanton legs and let your husband in. Let me fvck you.”
Yao Ji’s eyes were hazy. The moment that big mushroom head pressed against her flower lips, she trembled with heat. Obediently, she reached between her legs, her fingers parting her delicate petals. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. “My darling, your husband’s c0ck hadn’t even entered yet, and you’re already this arovsed?” Zong Jun chuckled, watching her with amusement. Even after so many times, she was still so sensitive. He coaxed her legs wider apart, gripped her rounded bvttocks, and thrust deep inside.
“Ah… so… so big, my husband… Mmm, ah… Yao Yao's tender pvssy is going to be split open… Ah… I can’t… take it all…” Her moans mingled with the squelching sounds of his thrusts. Her wet little flower greedily swallowed the c0ck, her elastic walls wrapping the long rod tightly. Zong Jun panted, pushing open the tightly clamped flesh little by little, slamming the tight opening until it loosened. Then, he pulled out completely and thrust back in, plunging the entire length of his c0ck into her.
“Ah!” Yao Ji cried out, her moan trailing off as Zong Jun grabbed her slender waist and began to thrust deep and fast. Around them stretched a vast expanse of snow and ice, the cold wind howling and snowflakes swirling, yet Yao Ji felt as if her body were on fire, a blaze burning in her belly. His hard, hot length pounded into her, each thrust more intense than the last, her arovsal leaking out and soaking the thick woolen blanket beneath her.
To her embarrassment, their giant wolf sensed their arovsal. Its mistress whimpered and cried out, sounds of distress mixed with pleasure. Its master’s breathing was heavy and low, his hips pistoning against the wolf’s back. Moisture seeped through the wool and onto the wolf’s fur. It sniffed the air, catching the sweet scent of their passion.
"Look, this beast can smell your arousal, you little minx," Zong Jun chuckled, nibbling on the girl's earlobe. "Do you think it knows I'm riding you, hmm?" His large hand pressed down on the bulge where his c0ck pushed against her belly, making Yao Ji cry out in distress. "You naughty girl, your tight little pvssy is gripping me so hard. Do you want to be taken by the wolf's c0ck? It's bigger than mine; your greedy little mouth down there must be dying to try it."
“Ah, no… don’t say that…” Yao Ji couldn’t even contain the saliva pooling in her mouth. His crude words, coupled with the rhythmic motion of the wolf beneath them, sent a spasm through her, tightening around him and spurring him on.
“You dare clench around me! So excited by the thought of the beast taking you? Is your husband not enough?” He slapped her bottom hard. “Slvt! Tell me, do you want to be fvcked by a beast?”
"No..." Yaoji, both aroused and distressed, screamed her pleas, confessing her desires. "Yao Ji doesn't want to be taken by a wild beast, only by my husband... ah, mm, my naughty pvssy only wants my husband's c0ck, husband... ah, husband... give me... give Yao Ji your cvm... ah!"
As her cry faded, Zong Jun lashed the wolf, urging it into a gallop. The sudden movement sent his c0ck jolting deeper, the rhythm of the wolf’s stride driving him into her womb with each bound. Yao Ji was thrown up and down, Zong Jun’s effortless thrusts bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
If anyone had been nearby, they would have heard the faint, breathy moans carried on the wind. "Husband... ah, please, I can't take it anymore... ah, Yao Ji is going to be fvcked to death... mm, my little pvssy..."
“What’s wrong with your little pvssy…?” His voice was thick with lvst.
She sobbed, “It’s… my little pvssy is torn…”
“There, there, my sweet Yao Ji. Let me blow it. A blow will make it all better.”
…The l3wd whispers faded into the distance, carried eastward towards the snow-capped mountains.