Chapter 9
Half an hour passed in a flash, but the war in the cornfield was far from over—or rather, Longgen's invasion wasn't done yet!
From a distance, two naked bodies were tangled together in the lush cornfield, moaning with wild abandon.
"Ah... ah... ah... no... I can't take it anymore, I'm... I'm gonna come!" Huang Cuihua screamed, eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open wide.
Longgen wasn't about to stop. His hands gripped her waist like iron clamps, his hips thrusting furiously. His eyes gleamed with wicked intent, but he kept up his foolish act, shouting, "Aunt Cuihua, Little Long's pecker hasn't gone down yet. Wait, wait, almost there, almost..." With that, he unleashed another round of relentless pounding, slap, slap, slap.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Huang Cuihua thrashed her long, curly hair, biting her lip as she let out muffled moans. Her body suddenly went limp, collapsing onto Longgen's sturdy chest.
Smack!
Longgen didn't hold back, landing a sharp slap on her pale ass, leaving five red finger marks. He grumbled inwardly, Done already? Fuck. I'm not even close to satisfied.
"Aunt Cuihua, my pecker's still swollen," Longgen whined, his voice dripping with mock grievance.
Huang Cuihua's eyes shot open, staring at Longgen, then at the still rock-hard monster between his legs, her face filled with horror.
My God, what the hell is that thing? This long and it still hasn't shot its load? It's gonna kill me! Too damn scary!
"Little Long, listen," Huang Cuihua said, her eyes darting as she cooked up an excuse. "Aunt Cuihua hasn't eaten yet. Reducing that swelling takes energy, and I'm completely drained. I can't move. Just hold off, okay? This afternoon, I'll help you take care of it again, alright?"