It was already the middle of the night, but intermittent, barely perceptible tender moans could still be heard.
Neil followed the sound and looked over; it was Lanya’s vine house…
Feeling slightly uncomfortable in his heart, Neil nevertheless could not resist his own curiosity and the inexplicable restlessness in his mind.
He walked closer and began to peer inside.
The vine house was lined with a large expanse of deer hides.
An oil lamp made from fine stream clay using magic was unexpectedly bright; after all, the oil was also a product of magical refinement.
By the light of the bright oil lamp, Neil could clearly see every detail inside the vine house.
This included those two figures, one brown and one white, entangled together.
Lanya’s fair and tender delicate body was pressed beneath Uncle Rischel.
Her snow-white, slender legs were wrapped around Uncle Rischel’s bearish waist, and her two beautiful jade feet were intertwined with each other across Uncle Rischel’s back.
The onion-white, jade-smooth tips of her toes curled up at times and arched at others, her ten delicate, exquisite tender toes opening and closing like flower petals.
Lying flat, her breasts were merely full with their roots slightly spread, their tips still proudly erect and pointing obliquely toward the sky.
But under Uncle Rischel’s continuous thrusts, the rich contours of her breasts shook gently, her cherry-pink, erect nipples twirling slightly, creating beautiful rolling waves of flesh.
And between her legs, which were occupied by Uncle Rischel’s thick buttocks, her plump labia majora had already bloomed like a fresh flower.
The inner sides of her engorged labia were wet, tender, and crimson, and the space between the two engorged flower lips was filled with thick, white juices.
With every entrance and exit of the cock, the wet slapping sound of meat hitting meat dripping with juices was exceptionally lascivious.
The white, thick juices brought out by the cock not only coated their juncture of copulation but even flowed down along the gluteal cleft, making the soft fur of the animal hide beneath them thoroughly wet and sticky over a large area.
“Ah ah ah…
ah…
ah ah…
ah…” Lanya’s sweet, shifting moans, which had become almost completely unrestrained, mingled with the watery sounds of flesh clapping and Uncle Rischel’s heavy groans, as if transforming into a song of seductive lust.
Yet the only observer was Neil, standing in the darkness.
He stared fixedly at the erotic play unfolding inside the room without blinking.
Stimulated, his fair palm unconsciously gripped his already erect, fair and tender meat rod, just like stroking himself while watching Japanese adult videos in his past life, except the male and female leads had been replaced by his childhood friend Lanya and the cheerful, hearty Uncle Rischel…
This sense of displacement made Neil feel a bit unreal, and his head felt a little dizzy.
However, the meat rod between his thighs had long since unhelpfully achieved its maximum erection, though it was still less than half the length of Uncle Rischel’s, and its thickness was even more beyond comparison.
If Neil’s was an exceptionally small white snake that could barely fill a grip, Uncle Rischel’s could be described as a python as thick as the brim of a cup.
The hand gripping the smooth meat rod kept stroking, the thin, tender foreskin stimulating the glans, which resembled a red plum blossom, stroke by stroke.
Inside the room, after Uncle Rischel thrust fiercely several times, he suddenly pulled his wet, large meat rod out.
Then, he spread the jade legs that were hooked over his bearish back wide apart to both sides, grabbing her slender, well-proportioned calves with his two palms to press them against the sides of Lanya’s rich breasts. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Under this position, even though Lanya’s delicate body possessed astonishing flexibility, the soft, seductive muscle lines on her thighs could not help but tighten up.
Her plump, snow-white, pert buttocks were also forced to tilt upward toward the sky.
Her snow-tender mons pubis, which resembled a plump bun, became even rounder and fuller under the pressure, while the peach-like slit of her small cave beneath it became engorged and swollen.
Her fair and tender labia majora had already become slightly swollen from the clapping, flushing with a faint pink color.
The inner sides of the labia majora, which usually did not receive external air, were even redder, blooming with a seductive pink like flower petals, yet such beautiful and rich petals were hung with a ring of white, frothy juices ground fine from sexual fluids.
The two labia minora were more delicate than flowers, like fresh seaweed just hauled out from the sea, red, tender, and full of folds.
Now, however, they had been ravaged to the point of engorgement and swelling, spreading out to both sides like crisp, thick orchid petals, leaving the wet, heavily folded vaginal opening completely exposed.
The entire swollen triangular zone resembled a cut Sydney pear, gorgeous and symmetrical.
Before Neil could look closer, that thick, long meat rod approached again.
The goose-egg-sized glans, lubricated by the sexual fluids ground into white foam, ruthlessly penetrated into the wet, folded vaginal opening.
“Pa!” The large meat rod, entering fully to its base, finally made intimate contact with the tender core of the cave once more.
Lanya’s fine pants turned into tender moans again, but this was merely the beginning.
The large meat rod rapidly pumped up and down within Lanya’s honey cave, and the visibly thick shaft of the rod was once again stained with a brilliant pure white…
His robust buttocks clapped against Lanya’s upturned, snow-white, round rear like a pile driver.
Every time the meat rod entered fully to the root, Rischel’s lower abdomen slammed violently against her full, rich mons pubis and fleshy lips.
The muffled watery sounds and loud claps of flesh were endless to the ear.
Rischel finally couldn’t hold back either and began to pant heavily and hiss, while Lanya had long since reached the heights of ecstasy, letting out lascivious, tender moans that Neil had never heard before.
“Ah ah…
ah ah…
ah…!” The passionate, seductive moans connected into a single wave, echoing throughout the vine house.
Neil realized that the two were about to reach their peak, and waves of the urge to ejaculate were also hitting him, making it hard to control himself.
Finally, Uncle Rischel thrust heavily all the way to the root, his buttocks twitching repeatedly as he clearly ejaculated.
Lanya arched her slender waist desperately, and her snow-tender, pert buttocks trembled slightly as if unable to bear the scalding semen.
The moans from her mouth were close to screams, evidently experiencing an intense orgasm.
Stimulated by this, Neil finally lost control of his seed.
After the pleasure, which felt like blood vessels throbbing in his brain, passed, Neil finally calmed down a bit.
A slight sense of regret welled up in his heart; no matter what, Lanya was always the closest person to him, yet he was hiding to the side jerking off while watching Lanya entwine in a life-and-death embrace with someone else…
After standing dazed for a moment, Neil let out a sigh and quietly retreated back to his own vine house.
No matter what, the reason Lanya had developed this kind of relationship with Uncle Rischel also had a lot to do with him avoiding her over the past month.
Before he traveled to this world, Uncle Rischel and Lanya did not have this kind of relationship…
Carrying a trace of regret, Neil fell into a deep sleep amidst his exhaustion.
Meanwhile, inside Lanya’s vine house, the lascivious copulation had not ceased.
Rischel sat cross-legged, while Lanya’s beautiful body sat within Uncle Rischel’s embrace.
Her round, pert, snowy buttocks pressed against Rischel’s hairy thighs, squeezing out and spilling over softly and elastically, full of soft, seductive linear beauty.
One could imagine how wonderful the tactile sensation on Rischel’s thighs was.
Her soft, white legs hooked around Uncle Rischel’s thick buttocks, and her fair, bare feet hooked prettily right over Uncle Rischel’s gluteal cleft.
As for Rischel’s meat rod, not a trace of it could be seen, as it was completely swallowed up by Lanya’s two honey lips.
Her rich, full labia majora rested directly on top of Uncle Rischel’s massive balls.
The white slurry mixed from continuously overflowing love juices and semen wet the tangled black hair, making them stick to Uncle Rischel’s skin in strands.
The remaining white juices flowed down along the folds of his balls, continuing to stain the deer hide cushioning beneath them.
Her arched, erect nipples were flushed and swollen with blood, gently rubbing against Rischel’s chest.
The beauty with a slender waist and wide shoulders wrapped her arms around the back of Rischel’s neck, raising her crimson lips to actively press them against Rischel’s lips to seek a kiss.
Yet Rischel, contrary to his usual behavior, not only kept his large meat rod motionless while buried deep inside her tight vagina, but he did not even respond to the beauty’s active solicitation of a kiss.
A trace of anxiety and seductiveness showed in Lanya’s blue pupils.
Because her skin was engorged with blood after her intense orgasm, the thin, tender skin around her eye sockets had turned pink.
A pair of lake-blue bright eyes overflowed with coquettishness, staring intently at Rischel as if urging him silently.
A flash of cunning appeared in Rischel’s bell-like eyes.
The moment their eyes met, Lanya understood Rischel’s desire; it was a tacit understanding cultivated from reaching orgasm together countless times.
Lanya’s pretty face flushed slightly, and she cast a glance full of a thousand leagues of amorous feelings at Rischel with her clear, lake-blue bright eyes.
Even so, with a blushing face, she stuck out her red, tender tongue, slowly prying open Rischel’s thick lips.
Her entire moist, pink tongue continuously teased the motionless tongue inside Rischel’s mouth, at times spinning tip-to-tip, at times licking the surface of his tongue, at times rubbing his upper and lower palate, and at times intertwining and wriggling together with his large tongue…
Amidst the squishing and humming sounds of the wet kiss, shiny saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, even pulling a persistent thread of fluid that refused to fall, appearing extremely lascivious.
Relying on the leverage from her arms wrapped around Rischel’s neck, Lanya gracefully swung her slender waist, carrying her round, pert buttocks to rise and fall continuously, actively swallowing and spitting Uncle Rischel’s rigid meat rod.
Along with the gradually rising wet, clapping sounds of flesh, the room was filled with deep affection and intense passion; the spring scenery was at its height, and the night was still very long…