Chapter 27: Every Drop on Her Body Wasn’t His
Xue Lan lay limp across the bed, a vision of divine ruin. Her hair clung to her cheeks and neck, soaked with sweat. Her thighs twitched faintly, parted wide and splayed carelessly across the oil-stained sheets. Her pussy—used, swollen, visibly gaping—leaked a slow, pulsing stream of cum from the second time Yan Zhuo had flooded her womb. Her belly glistened with sweat. Her nipples were stiff, flushed, still rising with every shallow, trembled breath.
She was motionless but not asleep. Her eyes were half-lidded. Her lips slightly parted. Her body radiated heat. She had been fucked senseless. Twice. And she wasn't done.
Yan Zhuo stood over her, fist wrapped around his cock. It was already hard again.
His shaft still glistened from the last round, coated in slick and cum, veins pulsing, the tip swollen and angry red. He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, as he watched her twitch with overstimulated aftershocks.
Lin Mu knelt at the edge of the bed, close enough to feel the radiating warmth of her used body, far enough to remain beneath them both. His lips were still wet with her taste.
Yan Zhuo's voice came low and cruel. "Hold her legs apart again."
Lin Mu reached up, reverently, and lifted Xue Lan's thighs—fingers trembling as he spread her open one more time.
Her pussy was raw. Red. Gleaming. Her inner lips stuck to each other slightly, then peeled open with a quiet wet sound as her husband held her exposed. Her clit was flushed and swollen, twitching above the stretched opening where cum still leaked in thick dribbles.
Yan Zhuo stepped closer.
He didn't ask for permission.
He aimed.