After such a frenzy of fierce sucking and licking, Ren spat out that drenched cock, because the plain piston-like bobbing of her mouth was starting to feel a bit monotonous, so she wanted to switch to a new trick. But before that, she knelt on the ground, lifting her head to glance at Ayn, flashing him a happy smile. Seeing that smile, Ayn felt another warm current surge through his heart. She asked, "Do you like it?" and he answered shyly, "I like it." She pressed further, "Does it feel good?" and he stammered, "It feels... good..." She winked playfully and asked, "Has any girl ever licked you like this before?" He replied honestly, "No," and she said with a teasing grin, "Liar~"
The moment those two words "liar" dropped, Ren dipped her head again to lick at his balls, those scorching orbs jumping wildly in her wet-hot mouth as she sucked hard, the wet smacking sounds drilling straight into Ayn's ears, the pleasure making his ball sac clench tight and his cock quiver nonstop. But just this wasn't enough—she wanted to bring Ayn even more soul-searing ecstasy, and that intense urge activated her latent, unmastered ability. A surge of energy, a pulse of mental force, flowed through her tongue, roughly ravaging every inch of sensitive flesh wall in Ayn's balls and testicles, amplifying that numbing bliss to the absolute max, layering it on until it pierced straight to his core. This had Ayn sucking in a sharp gasp of pleasure, his very soul flying out of him; luckily, he bit down hard to hold back, or else his cock would've twitched and blasted out a hot load of cum right then. He was loving it, wanted to keep loving it—he sure as hell didn't want the blowjob to end this soon.
Then, she licked back to his perineum, going even deeper this time, her tongue seemed to have lengthened a bit under the influence of transcendent power, sliding straight from under his crotch all the way to Ayn's asshole. She first scraped her wet-hot tongue tip over the sensitive folds of his perineum, stirring up waves of tingling shivers. Then, smoothly shifting back, her tongue tip lightly teased that tight-shut asshole, before curling around the wrinkles in wild circles, gently pressing in just a shallow bit, the rimming sensation making Ayn's cock jerk and twitch in frantic spasms.
Sure, Ayn showered every day, but who the fuck knew if there were any tiny flecks of shit residue lurking there—and even if there were, she didn't mind one bit, her heart burning hot like it was melting into a puddle of lewd juices. Feeling that tongue's rough intimacy with his asshole, Ayn's heart overflowed with nothing but raw emotion, even to the point of wanting to crush her in a hug and bawl his eyes out: (Why did I only meet you today, if you'd been around before, how much better would that have been...)
Originally, Ren had planned to push further, plunging her tongue tip right into Ayn's asshole for a quick, wet-hot little rimjob. But when it came time to actually do it, she hesitated a bit. Why the hesitation? Not because she found it dirty, but simply because she felt this kind of thing might be better saved for when their bond was even closer. Ren thought, at least wait until he'd fucked her own asshole first... So, Ren swallowed a mouthful of saliva and ultimately held back, even though right now she really wanted to tongue-fuck Ayn's ass...
Then, Ren pulled back her tongue, cupping her pair of full, slutty tits and clamping them tightly around Ayn's cock, the soft breast flesh wrapping snugly around the shaft, those rigid nipples scraping against the coronal ridge as she squeezed up and down viciously, milk streaming down to serve as lubricant.
Whether it was because Ayn's cock was so fucking long or because Ren was doing it on purpose, every up-and-down stroke of her tits had the glans thrusting right up to her little mouth, the precum from the slit sticking to her lips and stretching into threads. That visual impact was utterly explosive, making Ayn want nothing more than to blast a faceful of cum all over her.
Of course, it wasn't because Ayn's cock was that long—it was because Ren was deliberately playing it that way. At first, it was just kisses on the glans, but as the titfuck progressed, she parted her lips slightly, letting that egg-sized head slip into her mouth. Every entry was greeted by her tongue tip welcoming Ayn's glans. But even that wasn't enough for her; she paused the titfuck for a moment, deliberately squeezing her full tits to coax out fresh streams of milk that drenched the swollen glans in warm rivulets. Once the milk was flowing, she resumed squeezing her full tits tightly around the glans and sliding them up and down his shaft in a firm, squeezing grip, the motion thrusting the dripping head right up to her parted lips each time—letting her lean in and lap up the mingled sweetness of her own creamy milk and his oozing precum with eager swirls of her tongue.
This made Ayn think this woman was way too skilled at playing—fuck, she knew exactly how to drive him wild. After a while of this titfuck, she opened her mouth again and swallowed that cock whole, controlling the depth with deadly precision—first just the shallow tip, her pink lips sealing tight around the coronal ridge, tongue tip probing and digging into the slit; then deep-throating it, the glans slamming against the soft meat walls, squelching out sticky mucus with a wet pop; finally, all the way down, plunging straight into her esophagus, the throat tube bulging out in a lewd outline, her breath fucking choking off entirely.
At the same time, she alternated between slow and fast paces: when slow and deliberate, her tongue surface curled around licking the veins, scraping until the cock pulsed and throbbed wildly, drawing a low growl from Ayn in raw pleasure; when she sped up, Ren's head rocked back and forth like mad, as if determined to milk this cock dry with her mouth alone. These varied techniques pushed the cock right to the edge of explosion, and under the boost of transcendent energy, Ayn's very soul trembled in a delirious mix of ecstasy and torment, teetering on the brink of shattering bliss.
In this state, Ayn couldn't hold out for long; he instinctively grabbed Ren's head with both hands, his hips bucking wildly back and forth, roughly pounding her little mouth—that 20-centimeter-long cock pistoning in and out of her lips, the massive glans bulging out a obscene contour every time it rammed into her throat, the squelching wet sounds mixing with Ren's muffled grunts of suppressed ecstasy, exploding like fireworks right in his ears.
Ren didn't feel the slightest discomfort from it—instead, the pleasure surged over her like a tidal wave, her transcendent potential activating to twist that stretching ache into pure, unadulterated ecstasy in an instant; her mouth, tongue, and esophagus all fucking accommodated Ayn's rapid thrusts, every stroke precisely grazing sensitive nerves, the bliss making her slutty pussy spasm and clench uncontrollably, lewd juices squirting out in a flooding gush like a dam breaking loose.
As Ayn kept pounding Ren's little mouth, he felt the climax building like a volcano about to erupt, that heatwave surging from his balls straight to his brain making his cock throb with aching fullness on the verge of bursting. He couldn't help but grab her head with both hands, his hips thrusting wildly, shoving his thick, long cock balls-deep into her mouth and throat, the glans breaking through her throat flesh to plunge straight into the depths of her esophagus, unleashing a frenzied cumshot:
The first wave of scorching white cum surged out in a rush, a heatwave flooding her throat tube and making her walls quiver from the burn, while the sheer bliss had Ayn's entire body locking up in rigid tension, his back arching like a drawn bowstring, his mind going blank with nothing left but the pounding pulses of his cock in overwhelming ecstasy, like electricity exploding from the slit and shooting through every limb and nerve.
The second, third, fourth waves... a full thirteen blasts, over 400 milliliters of semen, each one draining his very soul as his cock base spasmed and sprayed, the overflow spilling from the corners of her mouth into milky white foam, dripping down her chin onto her full tits, leaving Ayn lost in delirious, soul-melting indulgence.
During the ejaculation, Ren clung tightly to Ayn's ass, her face completely buried in his thick pubic hair, looking like she was desperately craving his semen. Of course, she truly yearned for Ayn's semen—that hot, musky scent had her soul flying away. However, there was another reason for holding his ass so tightly: she had climaxed too, getting face-fucked to the point of squirting!
So, right now, her mind was a complete blank, her legs going limp like noodles and unable to stand; her little pussy spasmed and squirted lewd fluids, wave after wave squeezing out from her swollen labia and trickling down the inside of her leather pants to her inner thighs, the pleasure making her whole body shudder uncontrollably. So, at this moment, if she didn't hold onto Ayn for dear life, she'd probably collapse straight to the ground, her legs turning into a puddle of jelly.
After Ayn finished ejaculating, he sank into the afterglow, that cock still stuffed in Ren's mouth, feeling the warm embrace of her esophagus, tongue, and oral cavity. At the same time, a surge of transcendent energy transformed into countless tiny tentacles, rhythmically kissing the post-ejaculation cock, that rhythm like a low, soothing lullaby, slowly softening the thick beast. However, the cock softening didn't mean it got smaller or shorter—it was still intimidatingly long, just not as rock-hard anymore. At this point, Ren was still immersed in the soul-melting aftershocks of her female orgasm, completely unaware of the bizarre things happening in her mouth and esophagus.
With one standing and one kneeling, they stayed frozen like that for a few minutes, until Ayn's climax afterglow gradually faded. Only then did Ayn snap back to reality, realizing that the crazy mouth-fucking he'd just done must have made her suffer terribly, so he quickly pulled out his cock, even wanting to open his mouth to apologize... But in that instant of pulling out, for some reason, a sudden urge to urinate surged like a tidal wave, the cock completely out of control as it pissed out a hot stream of urine, spraying Ren right in the face.
Seeing this, Ayn turned pale with shock—he'd never meant to defile Ren like that, immediately wanting to aim his cock elsewhere. However, that hot piss cut her orgasm short; she didn't let him move away, instead actively opening her pink little mouth wide to catch it like a dedicated slutty urinal, letting Ayn's hot piss pour straight down her throat..
She gulped it down in big swallows, that salty-hot urine sliding into her belly without a single drop wasted, her wriggling throat seeming to crave even more. But the piss sprayed too fiercely—not all of it made it into Ren's stomach; some splashed directly onto her face and nose, so she kept her eyes closed to take it. Some overflowed the lip seams, splattering her pale cheeks and trickling down her chin in hot, steaming trails.
This scene left Ayn both shocked and thrilled, making him eager to pour out that surging affection. So, after he finished pissing, he suddenly pulled Ren into a fierce embrace, madly kissing her mouth, his tongue wildly licking the piss stains on her face. His tongue tip even drilled into Ren's mouth, roughly tangling with that soft tongue of hers, stirring up saliva everywhere. He even wanted to thoroughly clean her oral cavity, even shoving his tongue deep into her stomach and intestines to lick away every bit of what he saw as "filthy stuff." But fuck, even that wasn't enough—Ayn itched to yank down Ren's pants and lick that drenched slutty pussy, putting in as much effort as she had on his cock, even willing to let her piss in his mouth or shit smeared on his face if that's what it took.
Unfortunately... She stopped his hand, shaking her head at him as she panted, "Let's stop here for this time, okay? We can continue next time, alright?"
Ayn was extremely unwilling, very unwilling, but he didn't want to force Ren, so he just pursed his lips, said nothing, and stared her down intensely, using silence to pressure her in hopes she'd change her mind.
Ren let out a helpless sigh, murmuring lowly, "Then how about just looking, just kissing, just touching? It's dangerous here—I want to get out of this place as soon as possible..."
Ayn nodded frantically, pouncing on her like a starving wolf!