"This is…" Yang Ying was speechless, her eyes wide, staring dumbfounded at the thing. This cock was bigger and thicker than the iron pestle she used to pound garlic at home.
The dark, massive cock stood tall in the black, grassy patch like a utility pole—large, round, thick, and straight. The small piss hole at the tip gleamed, the skin peeled back like a tailored black leather jacket, a few curly hairs caught in the fold.
"My god, a monster like that… if it went in…" Yang Ying shivered, her head shrinking back, her towering chest quivering, the pale, fleshy boobs trembling enticingly. Long Gen's eyes nearly popped out.
Yang Ying, that shameless vixen, had every right to be proud. Young, tall, and shapely, she seemed like Wu Guihua at first glance. But stripped bare, the difference was clear.
Wu Guihua's boobs were full and perky, rippling with a poke. Yang Ying's were different—splayed outward, her grape-like buds at odds, glaring at each other across a wide chasm!
"Sister Ying, how's… how's this cock? Can it plug your hole?" Long Gen bowed his head, nearly touching the ground, parting her pale thighs and sizing up the entrance with two fingers.
He glanced thoughtfully at his crotch, then back at her, frowning slightly.
"Sister Ying, your… your hole's long and narrow, but my cock's round. Should I find another one?" Long Gen spoke earnestly, standing up, his cock swaying deliberately in front of Yang Ying, as if showing off.
"Um, I'll go look over there…"
"No, no, Little Long, this cock's good, perfect, don't look—use this one!"
Yang Ying swallowed hard, grabbing the dark cock with a sudden grip, her body burning!
She'd never seen anything this big. Before marriage, she thought Brother Shuisheng was impressive, pounding away a hundred times without breaking a sweat, sending her into a haze. Now she knew—movies weren't lying. Foreign men had big tools, but Little Long's was bigger than any men!
"Come, Little Long, sit. Sister Ying'll teach you how to plug the hole."
Gripping the cock, Yang Ying was eager to try it. She'd dealt with chopstick-sized sticks before—now she'd found a treasure, a cannon. How could she not use it?
"But…" Long Gen started to say something, but Yang Ying yanked his cock hard. "Ow, Sister Ying, easy, it hurts… my little cock hurts…"
"Huh? Little cock?"
Yang Ying was speechless. If this was a little cock, every other man would die of shame! People really could kill with comparisons!
But she said nothing. This was a treasure, to be cherished and guarded.
"Little Long, it doesn't hurt, not a bit. Watch."
Coaxing him like a child, Yang Ying lay back, her head against the tree trunk, her hips on a couple of clothes. Spreading her legs, a lush patch of hair appeared before Long Gen, a small spring trickling below, liquid dripping onto the clothes like stalactites.
"Little Long, look, aim your little cock right here, mmm…" Yang Ying spread her legs wider, tugging the cock, rubbing the cock's head against her pussy to prepare, to adjust. The moment they touched, a shock hit her, her body jolting.
Her entrance burned as if scorched by a fire poker, drying her fluids, the heat searing into her heart, a tingling numbness rising to her soul!
"Ah… mmm…" Yang Ying writhed, her eyes drunk with lust, licking her lips. "Little Long, shove it, quick, shove that cock in… ah…"
Before she finished, Long Gen thrust his hips, the cock easily breaching her defenses, sliding along the walls! The thin slices parted, and the pussy stopped leaking!
Long Gen touched the base of his cock, then the edges of her hole, kneeling before her, staring at her trembling boobs. He clapped excitedly, "Sister Ying, it's done, it's done! No more leaks, it's plugged! Your hole's finally stopped dripping!"
He kept the cock half-in, neither advancing nor retreating. Long Gen smirked inwardly, cursing, 'Vixen, you see a treasure and want it? Not that easy! You want me to fuck you? Hah, I won't go deeper—I'll tease you to death!'
He wiggled his legs deliberately, sending tingles to her pussy, creating the illusion of wanting to thrust but holding back.
"Mmm…"
Yang Ying twisted her hips, the spot aching like it was torn open by fingers, yet so full, as if the whole world was clamped beneath her. It was better than anything—better than Shuisheng pounding her all morning.
Huh, why'd he stop?
"Little Long, why… why aren't you moving?" The ecstasy was too good to stop. Yang Ying noticed something off. She wanted to say, fuck me hard, but everyone knew Long Gen was a fool—how would he understand?
"Little Long, quick, shove that cock in deep. Only by plugging it inside will Sister Ying's hole stop leaking. Quick, thrust it in… ah…"
Long Gen knew this vixen still thought him a fool. With a sudden thrust, the cock plunged in, leaving only the furry patch and two "balls" outside, the head hitting her deepest part!
Slip!
"Ah!!!" Yang Ying's boobs shuddered, her body convulsing, eyes wide with disbelief. Beyond cucumbers, a man's tool could reach her deepest part—so strong, so fierce!
"Sister Ying, still… still leaking?"
Long Gen pressed her thighs down, his body pinning her pale frame, his mouth hovering over her boobs, blowing air. The cherry buds were close enough to lick, but he held back.
"Move, move, move it, Little Long, quick, pull out and go in, pull out and go in…"
Yang Ying, unsure if it was pleasure or pain, urged him on, her body softening as she cried out joyfully.
Splash! Slip!
Two sounds rang out as her hole sprayed another hot gush!
"Oh no, it's leaking again…"
Seeing this, Long Gen thrust the cock back in.
"Ah…" Yang Ying trembled, another solid thrust hitting that spot.
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