“So, are you still in contact with him?”
At his words, Xiao Shaowan hesitated. Just as she was wondering whether to tell him or not, there came a sharp smack. A fiery hot cock thrust brutally into her lower body, while her breasts erupted in agony once more. This time, though, he didn’t clamp down with all his strength right away. Instead, he tightened his grip gradually, twisting and deforming her breasts as they endured fresh torment.
“Mmmph~~ Yes!” Xiao Shaowan understood Yang Haoran’s intent and immediately stopped holding back. She began rocking her perky ass back and forth, actively servicing his cock as she gasped out, “Xu Liang~~ mm~~ writes me letters~~ mmph~~ once a week~~ mm mm~~ Master~~ faster~~ Wan Nu’s~~ slutty pussy is so itchy~~ ahh~~ In his letters~~ mm~~ he often says~~ mmph~~ how much he misses me~~”
To quell Yang Haoran’s anger, she had no choice but to spew lewd words and submit.
“He also says~~ mm~~ he’ll wait for me~~ mm~~ Master~~ you’re fucking Wan Nu~~ so good~~ mm~~”
Xiao Shaowan tilted back her slender white neck like a graceful swan. Her long eyebrows trembled, her flushed cheeks glowed a vivid crimson, rosy and alluring. As Yang Haoran thrust into her, waves of tingling pleasure spread through her body. She felt like a small boat bobbing helplessly in a stormy sea, creaking under the strain.
“Hoo~~ Have you written back to him?”
Yang Haoran drove his hips forward, his pelvis slamming repeatedly against Xiao Shaowan’s ass cheeks, sending ripples through her flesh. The crisp smacks mingled with the wet squelches of his cock plunging into her dripping pussy, creating a symphony that echoed endlessly across the rooftop.
With his stamina restored, Yang Haoran was ferocious now. His scorching, thick shaft—veined and rigid as a steel tower—churned the depths relentlessly, thrusting in and out. It moved with the swagger of a general charging into battle on horseback, spear in hand, holding the pass against a thousand foes.
The massive cock battered her body without pause amid their colliding forms. Her snowy white skin flushed with a seductive red glow.
As the thick, burning rod pistoned in and out, her pink folds churned like a tempest. With each withdrawal, her tender pussy lips flipped outward. The tight, slick channel gripped and massaged his cock, writhing around the head and shaft. Yang Haoran’s face reddened with pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over him like ocean surf. His eyebrows relaxed into a straight line, his features twisting in bliss. He soared toward the heavens, as if ascending to immortality, floating in rapture.
No need to envy lovebirds or immortals—the pinnacle of mortal pleasure was right here.
“Mmm~~ mm~~ mmph~~ I~~ used~~ to~~ mmph~~ write back~~ slower~~ ahh~~ ahh~~ mm~~”
Xiao Shaowan’s pale, supple hands clenched the railing desperately as endless waves surged from behind. Her face brimmed with lust, cheeks blazing red. Intense pleasure shot from her core like an electric shock, tingling through her. Her crystalline eyes rolled back, saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth, her silky hair whipped wildly, and her sexy body shuddered uncontrollably.
“Squelch… splat… squish…” The rhythm built to a frenzied crescendo, charged with raw intensity, resounding without end.
Yang Haoran pounded into Xiao Shaowan with grunting breaths, like a bull in heat. The mounting pleasure intensified. Before his eyes loomed a gateway to the heavens, glowing pure white, and he galloped toward it astride a mare, racing skyward.
“Urgh… ah!”
At last, a numbness seized his waist. In his final thrust, he buried his cock deep in her tender pussy, right to the core. With a shudder, he erupted. Thick ropes of semen blasted from his tip like bullets, flooding the depths of the girl before him.
At the same moment, scalded by his hot seed, Xiao Shaowan arched her swan-like neck and let out a long, lingering moan. Drool spilled from her lips, her eyes rolled back, her face flushed blood-red as she climaxed.
With a hiss, a gush of fluid sprayed from her pussy, washing over his cockhead. It surged out along the gap between his shaft and her folds.
The spray lasted seven or eight seconds. Then Xiao Shaowan went limp, as if her soul had fled—eyes rolled back, her hands slipping weakly from the railing. She collapsed like a fallen swan.
Fortunately, Yang Haoran reacted quickly and caught her, preventing the beauty from touching the grimy rooftop.
His cock remained buried between her swollen, reddened labia. Her pussy was a sopping mess inside, the pink walls spasming and twitching in exhaustion.
“Hoo…” Yang Haoran exhaled deeply. Post-climax, a profound relaxation washed over him. It was pure bliss—indescribable ecstasy. Sex truly ranked among the world’s great vices, alongside gambling and drugs, delivering unparalleled mortal delight.
Especially with a blooming flower like Xiao Shaowan—tight, pink, and stunningly beautiful. Fucking her elevated both body and soul to new heights.
He held her soft body close, his hips pressed to her pert ass, cock sheathed between her cheeks like perfectly meshed gears.
Yang Haoran savored the lingering warmth as he waited for the girl in his arms to recover. Glancing up, he realized with a start that the sun had set. A sliver of the moon peeked out, casting pure white light over the disheveled lovers entwined on the rooftop.
After about five minutes, Xiao Shaowan’s eyebrows fluttered. She slowly opened her clear, amber-like eyes.
“You’re awake. Hurry and clean up—it’s late, or my mom will kill me.”
Yang Haoran met her bright, limpid gaze and spoke leisurely.
With a soft puff, the girl in his arms giggled. Her cheeks, nourished by their passion, flushed a delicate pink. Radiant and captivating, her smile bloomed like a flower. She hadn’t expected this tender side from the boy before her.
Xiao Shaowan’s features brimmed with allure as she gazed at him affectionately. In a sweet, coquettish voice, she said, “Mm, Master.”
That word melted Yang Haoran’s heart. Compared to her usual icy demeanor in class, this version was even more tempting.
Without the storm, how could the flower bloom so vibrantly?
“Mm, I’ll pull out now.” Yang Haoran eyed the dazzling girl, feeling his cock stir again. He quickly spoke up.
Never mind whether her freshly deflowered body could handle another round—the hour was late, he hadn’t called home, and there’d be hell to pay.
Regretfully, Yang Haoran shelved the thought.
As he withdrew, his shaft rubbed her swollen labia, making her wince. In this state, how would she return to the dorm?
When the head finally emerged, gulping fresh air, streams of fluid and white cream trickled down her thighs from her pussy.
They tidied up simply, pulling on their clothes. Xiao Shaowan’s short skirt had been hiked up, panties shoved to her knees—no issue pulling them back on. But her flesh-colored stockings were soaked with her juices, and her panties were drenched and muddy.
“Let’s go.”
With everything in place, the desolate rooftop bore only faint traces of their encounter. No one would ever know what had transpired there.
