Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

”Slap, slap, slap,” the sound of flesh colliding echoed in the empty space. Each time the thick, long dragon root withdrew, it brought out glistening love liquid, then plunged heavily into the depths of that hot, moist honey cave.

It was only a moment later that Zhao Ying’er began to climax, her honey juice gushing forth, soaking the place where the two were joined.

She had already surrendered, unable to withstand Xu Wendong’s relentless bombardment.

This stimulation was even stronger than before; she forced herself to swallow the massive object, resulting in it nearly piercing through her flower pistil.

And streams of yang energy, along with the Dragon Phoenix Creation Technique, entered her body.

At this moment, her cultivation level began to surge.

Xu Wendong squinted his eyes, sensing that Zhao Ying’er had great potential.

This woman was becoming fiercer each time; earlier she could not fully accommodate him, but now her tight honey cave could perfectly envelop his massive object.

The warm inner walls seemed alive, writhing and sucking, making him feel a tingling sensation in his scalp.

If we were to do it a few more times, wouldn’t even the back be receptive?

If it was truly so, Xu Wendong would certainly want to experience it.

Of course, he couldn’t propose such a thing; it had to be Zhao Ying’er to say it herself.

The key was that Zhao Ying’er was considered top-grade too; she was delicate and boneless, with a slender waist that could barely be grasped, and the two snowy peaks on her chest bounced up and down with the motions.

Overall holding her felt nice, and Xu Wendong even thought, if these women were ranked, Zhao Ying’er would definitely be first.

”Stop it...”

Zhao Ying’er clung tightly to Xu Wendong, her snow-white teeth biting her lip lightly, yet her tender tongue emerged.

The tip of her tongue gently brushed Xu Wendong’s face, and then she actually twisted her waist herself, letting that massive object move in and out of her body.

This left Xu Wendong dumbfounded.

Telling him to stop, yet moving herself.

This woman was indeed contradictory.

”I’m tired, you move yourself.”

Xu Wendong said casually, finding a place to sit directly, while Zhao Ying’er pouted her ruby lips in grievance at seeing this.

She knelt on the ground, her rounded buttocks raised high, then faced away from Xu Wendong, supporting the love-liquid-covered rod and slowly sat down.

”Oh...”

A sweet moan followed, leaving Xu Wendong with nothing but a perfect back view.

Her slender waist and voluptuous hips formed an enticing curve, her snow-white skin covered in fine beads of sweat.

Just then, a mirror suddenly appeared on the ruins in front of them.

In the mirror, Zhao Ying’er was frantically swinging her body, her snowy peaks tracing alluring arcs in the air, her slender waist twisting like a water snake.

The sight of the honey cave swallowing the thick dragon root was clearly visible, with crystalline love liquid dripping from where the two were joined.

That scene was truly endless in beauty, unparalleled, like the most beautiful landscape in the world.

The moment the mirror appeared, Xu Wendong’s pupils slightly contracted.

The cold light of the mirror reflected the entwined figures of the two with perfect clarity.

Zhao Ying’er, however, remained unaware, her snow-white body rising and falling on him, the pink nipples drawing alluring arcs with each movement, leaving a trail of seductive marks in the mirror.

”Ah...I want it faster...”

Zhao Ying’er bit her lip lightly, her flushed lips turning pale from the bite.

She suddenly quickened the pace, the tender flesh of the honey cave’s inner walls tightly squeezing as if it were alive, sucking on Xu Wendong’s yang object.

Crystalline love liquid dripped from where they were joined, pulling silver threads down her thigh.

Xu Wendong gazed at the scene in the mirror.

Zhao Ying’er’s snow-white spine arched in a graceful curve, her plump buttocks bounced up and down between his hips, creating waves of flesh.

He operated the Dragon Phoenix Creation Technique, sending a stream of scorching yang energy through their point of union into her body.

”Ah!” Zhao Ying’er suddenly opened her stumbling eyes upon discovering the mirror in front of her.

In the reflection, her cheeks were flushed, her apricot eyes full of desire, her swollen peaks bouncing up and down with motion, the nipples already hard as cherries.

”Take it away...quickly...” She pleaded, embarrassed until even her earlobes turned pink, reaching out to push the mirror away.

Xu Wendong suddenly thrust his waist, the thick, long yang rod struck her flower heart violently.

”Ah—” Zhao Ying’er arched her slender neck, her honey cave fiercely contracting, a wave of warm honey juice surged out, soaking their union.

Her dazed allure during climax was vividly apparent in the mirror, even crystalline tears trickled from the corners of her eyes.

”We’re just getting started.” Xu Wendong laughed lowly, gripping her slender waist, his fingertips sinking into the soft skin.

He deliberately slowed his thrusts, letting Zhao Ying’er feel each raised vein of his yang object scraping across her sensitive inner wall.

Zhao Ying’er tried to gather soul power to shatter the mirror, but was interrupted by Xu Wendong’s deep thrust.

”Not...too deep...” Zhao Ying’er panted, her honey cave uncontrollably convulsing, more love liquid flowed out, trickling down her smooth inner thighs.

Xu Wendong decided to lift her up, letting her sit facing him.

This position made their union even tighter, Zhao Ying’er’s plump mound fully pressed against his abdomen, sparse pubic hair wetted by love liquid, sticking to her tender skin.

He deliberately rocked her raised hips up and down, creating ”gurgling” water sounds at their union.

”See clearly?” Xu Wendong forced her to look at herself in the mirror.

Zhao Ying’er shyly closed her eyes, but he pinched her nipple with a gentle twist.

”Ah!” She cried out, the snowy peaks in the mirror squeezed into various shapes by his big hands, the areola flushed with arousal.

When Xu Wendong suddenly quickened the pace, Zhao Ying’er’s cries turned into long moans.

Her body curved like a taut bow, her honey cave wildly clutching, the tender meat inside constantly writhing.

Xu Wendong felt her nearing the peak, deliberately withdrawing most of it, leaving only the glans stuck at the entrance.

”Give it to me...please...” Zhao Ying’er squirmed her waist, desperately trying to sit down.

Xu Wendong, however, held her hip bone, admiring her unsatisfied allure. Only when tears truly slid down her cheeks did he thrust deep to the end.

Their breathing intertwined, Zhao Ying’er’s fragrant tongue lightly extended, seeking his lips.

Their entwined tongues drew out silver strings; Xu Wendong tasted the sweet nectar from her mouth.

Suddenly changing angles, Xu Wendong precisely ground against her most sensitive spot inside.

”I’m gonna...die...” Zhao Ying’er clawed red marks on his back with her nails.

Her body shuddered violently, her honey cave seemingly alive, continually contracting.

Xu Wendong finally released his control over his essence, the scalding yang essence surging toward her flower heart.

At the same time, Zhao Ying’er released a burst of yin essence, the two liquids mingling within the depths of the honey cave.

After climaxing, Zhao Ying’er’s whole body turned pink, the fragrant sweat sticking strands of hair to her flushed cheeks.

She leaned weakly against Xu Wendong’s chest, feeling the yang object still not completely softened within her.

”Lin Mo...it’s so joyful to be with you...” she murmured contentedly, her voice sweetly dripping with honey.

Xu Wendong kissed away the tears at her eyes, his big hand still lingering on those soft snowy peaks.

White milky substance slowly seeped from their junction...