Chapter 40
Lost in ecstasy, another deep thrust sent Yang Ying soaring to the clouds. Just as she was about to savor the view, whoosh—the cock pulled out entirely. Repeated a few times, Yang Ying couldn't take it anymore!
"Mmm..." Her delicate frame shuddered. "Ah..." It withdrew again.
"Little Long, quick, quick, plug it up..." After waiting too long with her pussy still empty, Yang Ying urged, her seductive eyes opening to find Long Gen crouched at her thighs, studying her pussy.
Long Gen was no fool anymore, seasoned in these matters. He knew Yang Ying was close to climax—just a few more thrusts would send her over. Her pussy was drenched, like it had been doused with water, soaking the patch.
Toying with the thin lips, he watched white, sticky liquid slide from the pussy. A touch confirmed it—thick and gooey, like fresh-mixed glue. He thrust a finger in, slip!, and a bigger gush sprayed, splattering his hand.
'What a shameless vixen,' Long Gen chuckled inwardly, feigning confusion on his face. Shaking his head, he said, "Huh, Sister Ying, what's going on down there? I plugged it in, but it's still leaking? Is it broken? Let me check..."
Muttering, he ignored Yang Ying's reaction, parting her thighs and pushing aside the patch. Spreading the lips, a slick pussy appeared— inner parts faintly red, with liquid oozing out, a musky scent hitting his nose...
"Mmm..." Yang Ying gasped, her body softening. "Little Long, what're you doing? Quick, lend me your big cock, shove it in... mmm..."
"Sister Ying, something's off. Where'd it go? I've got one, but you're herding cows and blew your little cock away?" Long Gen teased the lips, flicking a small white bud inside the pussy. Each flick made Yang Ying tremble.
"Mmm... Little Long, stop... stop flicking. Your sister's itching bad, quick, stop... mmm..."
Her thighs clamped, trapping Long Gen's head right at her pussy, wet as if she'd pissed herself. The musky smell hit him, and he grimaced, ready to protest.