Cultivation was tedious. In ancient times, there were mighty figures who likened cultivation to a sea of bitterness.
Some people, upon this sea of cultivation, lost their way, lost themselves, and in the end, could only drown within it.
Others, even if they found their direction, were disturbed by external forces during their crossing and fell into the abyss of Devil’s Obstruction.
Deng Tianyu understood this well. The path of cultivation required a clear direction and a firm Dao Heart. Only then could one forge their own path and cross the Sea of Bitterness!
However, the Sea of Bitterness was boundless. No one knew if they could persist day after day, year after year, until they reached the hazy, mysterious other shore.
At this very moment, Deng Tianyu was blindfolded, his sight obscured. He slowly entered a state of Pure Heart Transparency and Dao Enlightenment, and then stepped into the Sea of Bitterness to comprehend his Divine Abilities.
Upon the soft couch, a snow-white, graceful body with beautifully curved lines was sprawled on top of him.
Ning Wan arched her long, jade-like legs. Her slender, deeply curved waist dipped down, and her black waterfall of hair was scattered messily across her fair, symmetrical back.
Some strands were already damp with fragrant sweat, plastered pathetically against her jade-condensed skin that was flushing a crisp, rosy hue.
Her pair of slender, swan-like arms struggled to brace against Deng Tianyu’s chest. Her jade bamboo shoot-like, translucent five fingers sometimes curled, sometimes splayed, as if desperately suppressing something.
Beneath this nearly reflective, pure white body, Deng Tianyu’s form was unusually still. The thick, stout shaft embedded at the core of her snow-white buttocks seemed strikingly out of place.
Within the darkness of his blindfold, he only felt a pair of smooth, soft hands continuously caressing his front.
That fine, white wasp-like waist seemed to be constantly writhing. Round, plump, and pert, moon-white peach buttocks clenched around his shaft, stroking it up and down without pause.
“Pap pap pap…”
In the darkness, his senses of hearing and touch were exceptionally acute.
Deng Tianyu could hear the loud, crisp sounds of flesh slapping. He could feel a pair of magnificently proud, snow-slick, heavy breasts swinging back and forth, their rich, fertile flesh crashing against his chest one after another.
His shaft was completely enveloped by a mass of crisp, soft, tender cavity. As her full, snow-white buttocks rose and fell, swallowing and spitting, glistening honey continuously splashed out from their point of union.
Feeling the scorching liquid flowing down his thighs, he could almost visualize the thick, child-arm-like pestle wedged between Shizun’s plump, tight, giant snowy mounds.
It was being fucked until its juices splashed everywhere, shimmering with a heart-stopping, wet, slick sheen.
“Tianyu~ Mm~ Tianyu, can you tell which Divine Ability your teacher is using? Mm… Aah aah!”
Deng Tianyu suddenly felt a fragrant breeze brush his ear. His beautiful master was sobbing with wanton moans, as if weeping and lamenting, seemingly unable to bear it anymore.
He turned his head and kissed Ning Wan’s burning hot cheek, nuzzling intimately for a moment before biting her tender earlobe and speaking: “It’s 【Sitting Lotus】. Shizun is becoming more and more proficient in displaying this Divine Ability.”
“MmAah~ Tianyu is so clever, Uu… Ah!”
Ning Wan moaned salaciously. Her perky bottom now and then coquettishly twisted and writhed down to meet him. Snowy buttocks rippled in waves, the flesh undulating as glistening honey spurted out, an utterly obscene scene.
“Shizun, faster. I feel the turning point for the Divine Ability’s advancement,” in the gaps between their fleshly struggle, when the thrusting slowed, Deng Tianyu’s slightly urgent voice sounded out.
One of Ning Wan’s snowy lotus root-like arms braced again on Deng Tianyu’s chest. The center of her waist tautened into a tantalizing concave curve. Her snowy buttocks trembled and lifted higher.
Two perfectly round, snowy hill-like butt peaks rose high, making her waist seem all the more slender and her hips all the more bountiful, a wonderfully curvaceous silhouette. It carried a hint of ripe, coquettish, bewitching beauty.
Panting heavily, she lowered her head. Her stunning, peerless face was flooded with a red tide. She gasped: “Bad Tianyu…”
Ning Wan wriggled her body forward and back a couple of times. Her round, plump perky bottom greedily swallowed and spat out the shaft a few times.
Deng Tianyu let out a low grunt. She also threw her head back and moaned endlessly. Her perfectly round, long, snow-white legs trembled weakly. From the root of her thighs, a streak of juice like finely ground soy milk wriggled its way down.
Her moans grew increasingly more charming. Her rich, snowy buttocks, like smooth peaches, slowly swallowed and tightened around the thick, long shaft again and again.
“Oh… Shizun…”
Deng Tianyu responded in comfortable bliss. Suddenly, his large hands slid to those plump buttocks, then pulled them far apart.
He saw her delicate, rosy petals biting tightly on the thick, meaty pestle. Her pink little asshole seemed to hold a trace of moisture too, contracting and expanding like a dew-drenched chrysanthemum.
The tender petals, stretched perfectly round and full, were fucked to a crisp, swollen red, yet still held a faint, slender lotus root pink.
Those plump, snowy mounds, like ripe, tender peach halves, didn’t have a single stray hair. Smooth, powder-white, the view of the shaft plunging in and out was completely unobstructed, a lewdly fascinating sight.
With each withdrawal of the meat pestle, two young, red, thin and tender petals unfurled and popped out, followed by the tender flesh tightly gripping the shaft.
Layer after layer of water-red honey flesh coiled around the vein-wrapped shaft and was dragged out, nearly pulling out by a knuckle’s length, only to shyly shrink back in, leaving only obscenely creamy white froth in the vein grooves.
“Ah…!”
The thick, fiery hot shaft scraped and grazed against layers upon layers of soft, slick, fleshy folds, causing Ning Wan’s waist to go weak and numb, tingles spreading throughout her entire body.
Her long, swan-like neck arched back slightly, dark hair cascading like a waterfall over her fragrant shoulders and lotus root arms. Her salacious moans were like dream murmurs, mixed with a chaotic sobbing sound.
When the vein-jumping, dark, ferocious shaft pulled out to the mouth of her cunt, and the tip, clenched between two plump, crisp folds of fat, was faintly visible—
Deng Tianyu gasped, seized her gracefully slender, snake-like waist, and suddenly thrust his own waist forward. The long, thick shaft abruptly plunged into her honeyed cunt. Creamy white froth splashed out, and flesh met flesh with a crisp, clear ‘pap’ sound.
Snowy, fertile butt hills trembled, sending waves through the flesh, which visibly flushed a delicate red. Immediately after, the meat pestle, coated in creamy slickness, thrust in and out rapidly.
A ferocious meat dragon could be seen continuously plunging in and out of the snowy, voluptuous butt peaks. With each thrust, the plump, tender, and full cunt visibly squeezed a circle of fine, foam-like, thick slurry around its edges.
After Deng Tianyu took the initiative, Ning Wan’s reaction was extremely intense.
Under the rapid pistoning, amidst such fierce coupling, her full, heavy breasts swung and flew unceasingly. Her two small hands ceaselessly braced and clutched on the man’s chest, as if trying to grasp a life-saving straw.
She resisted the crashing impacts, each coming like a great wave. Her perky bottom, taking the brunt of the collision head-on, was slapped and battered for a long while, snowy flesh rippling in waves.
Wave after wave of flesh rippled out from the pear-shaped, perfectly round, thick and plump buttocks. Her round, slender, graceful waist twisted and writhed constantly, taut as a water snake.
“Aaah… Tianyu… Ah!”
The contours of abdominal muscles faintly appeared on Deng Tianyu’s waist and stomach. His powerful, strong waist swung unceasingly, slamming into the full-bodied, enchantingly graceful body before him.
His thick, fiery hot, fiercely swollen shaft stabbed deep inside, constantly swallowed and bitten by the wet, slippery, tender walls that sucked and convulsed around him, enjoying the wriggling, squeezing, and scraping from all directions.
The shaft body pierced through layers of tight, fleshy chambers and tender walls again and again, heavily ramming into that slippery, oily, soft, nest-like stamen at the bottom of her cunt.
A tide of soreness swelled from within the stamen. Sharp pangs of aching, swelling, numb soft pleasure mixed together, gradually converging deep within her lower abdomen.
In an instant, the flower path convulsed. Amidst the endless, achingly beautiful pleasure, the liquid sensation suddenly became crystal clear. Warm flower nectar, starting from his glans, thickly and viscously coated the entire shaft.
“AAHHH…!”
Ning Wan’s salacious cries were shrill and piercing. Her delicate body twitched, thick, sticky flower syrup gushing out from the tightly constricted cave entrance.
Deng Tianyu’s muscles were also taut. His shaft was deeply embedded within her tender cunt’s core, pouring out great streams of thick, dense essence into the deepest part.
Their high-tide entanglement lasted a long time. The two clung together, savoring the trembling, beautiful afterglow to their heart’s content.
Rich, orchid-musk-like fragrance surrounded them. The smell of bursting peach-like honey juice and fragrant sweat mingled together, filling the air with an indescribably lewd sensation that stirred desire upon scenting it.
The shaft soaking inside the warm, wet, tender cunt had only softened slightly. After just a few breaths, it swelled again, scorching hot and rigid, filling Ning Wan’s honeyed cunt once more.
Ning Wan hummed a soft, lilting moan. She gently pushed against her precious disciple’s chest.
At the moment their hips and crotch pulled apart, the child-arm-thick shaft popped out from Ning Wan’s tender cunt with a ‘blop’ sound.
The massive pole gleamed with liquid. The glans was shiny and bright. Below the flared ridge of his corona, it was completely covered with the creamy, honey-like juice of her climax.
Ning Wan’s two plump, tender petals naturally closed together the moment the shaft was withdrawn…
Only, the edges of those petals were red and flushed. After a round of merciless rutting by the shaft, they now glistened with moisture, swollen to a pink, pouty puffiness.
The originally powder-white snowy mounds now blushed a provocatively peachy red. A glance gave the impression of ripe, oily honey peaches, the slightly split fruit flesh delicate and translucent.
Her orchid-petal-like folds were also slightly parted. The outer rim, likely due to being stretched so full by the thick, stout shaft, was an extraordinarily bright, vivid red. The cave entrance, only the width of a finger joint and still minutely contracting inwards, was a soft, crisp pink, the deep hole almost invisible.
Ning Wan’s eyes were misty with seduction, her pupils swirling. The tingling, numb sensation in her lower body never fully receded, as if the thick, strong, stout pestle was still lodged inside her…
She smoothly knelt down on all fours between Deng Tianyu’s legs, sinking her waist low and lifting her butt high. A cascade of damp, dark hair spilled down. Between the satiny, ink-black strands, her snow-white, fragrant shoulders were exposed.
A pair of perfectly round, full and plump breasts, moon-like and fruitful, pressed and overlapped on Deng Tianyu’s thighs, kneading out a deep valley of cleavage. The soft, spongy breast flesh squeezed against the inside of his thighs, a sight of overwhelming, snow-white fullness.
