Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

The slightly raised drum, the hand reaching back, and the involuntary welcome were enough to prove everything.

"Come on," Yue Qingge's voice was filled with patient guidance, "Mom, raise the whole drum a little higher... make sure it's aimed at me."

However, he was still worried, so he placed his hand firmly on her waist, giving her a support point to lean on.

Ah Yin stood with her plump, slender legs between the sofa and the coffee table, her legs slightly apart and her knees slightly bent.

Her arms sank completely down, gripping the edge of the coffee table, her upper body almost pressed against the tabletop, her drumsticks sticking up high.

Her curves were perfectly round and full, like a full moon hanging in the sky. Her fair, snow-white skin shone faintly under the light, and her waist was deeply recessed, outlining a breathtaking curve.

Sensing the strangeness of the connecting place, Ah Yin couldn't help but turn her head. Her cherry lips parted slightly, her voice carrying a hint of resentment and urgency.

"Don't...bully Mommy...hurry up and do...mommy..."

Yue Qingge grinned mischievously, his eyes full of slyness. He deliberately slowed his movements: "Coming soon. But that depends on Mom's own efforts."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft "pop" sound was heard.

Yue Qingge looked down in surprise and saw that A Yin's alluring flesh had actually pushed him out on its own.

The layers of pink folds seemed to have a mind of their own, wriggling outwards from the depths, slowly "spitting out" his farm tools, leaving only the crown barely touching the center of the flower lips, neither going in nor out.

He raised an eyebrow, his mischievous smile deepening.

"shoot!"

A slap landed lightly on Ah Yin's plump, fleshy buttocks, causing the soft flesh beneath the palm to tremble violently, rippling out in waves of white flesh.

A light pink hue gradually appeared, and the rippling waves lingered for a long time.

Ah Yin smacked her lips, her lips slightly pouting, her eyelashes fluttering, and then she heard the baby's teasing behind her.

"Mom, you have to use your own strength... to actively put it in." Hearing this, a deep blush rose on A-Yin's fair face. She bit her lower lip, almost burying her face in the tea.

Jili's eyelashes fluttered, but she did not resist.

She took a deep breath, and her slender waist swayed gently. Her full breasts drew circles in the air, swaying from side to side.

As she swayed, she finally felt the massive farm implement behind her; the crown-shaped edge gently brushed against her plump lips, sending a tingling sensation through her body and making her tremble.

found it.

Chapter 115 We're off!

She took a deep breath and jerked her slender waist backward. "Ah—!!"

A melodious, high-pitched cry suddenly erupted.

The Blue Silver Cave was forcibly penetrated, and the succulent flower was stretched to its limit. The pink folds inside were completely smoothed out by this heavy blow, clinging tightly to the cave and swallowing the farm tool whole from head to toe.

The impact jolted her body forward, her black hair flying like a waterfall. A satisfied moan escaped Ah Yin's nostrils, melodious and lingering, tinged with a hint of a sob, as if she had finally achieved a long-awaited gratification. But before she could catch her breath, Yue Qingge abruptly withdrew. The sudden emptiness made Ah Yin stiffen, as if she had plummeted from the clouds into an abyss.

Her body trembled slightly from the dramatic change in her posture, and she turned to look at him with teary eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes, a silent accusation: Baby, how could you be so mean?

That look in her eyes, a mixture of resentment and coquetry, a hint of longing amidst her grievances, made Yue Qingge's heart flutter and she was momentarily lost in a daze.

He then smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mom. There'll be another one after this big hit."

Ah Yin pursed her lips, forcing back the tears in her eyes, before slowly turning her head away.

Her two long, beautiful legs trembled slightly in the air, her knees wobbling a little, the muscles in her thighs contracting and relaxing, yet she still managed to stand firm with difficulty. She swayed her snow-white thighs, like a clumsy yet persistent butterfly, slowly re-aiming.

"Snapped!"

It rammed in again.

The sensation of the tip breaking through layers of tender flesh was so clear it sent shivers down my spine; every fold was stretched open and smoothed out, reaching deep inside.

"This is the second time." Yue Qingge looked at the waves of flesh that rippled with his thrusts, her fair labia undulating with continuous waves.

A slight smile played on his lips, his eyes darkened, and he silently kept track of the number of times. He left, only to be bumped into again.

There are no fancy techniques, only unwavering courage and the exhilarating feeling of release.

Each time, it's about burning oneself out; each time, it's about striking hard. It's like trying to smash one's soul into the other's body, or like trying to embed oneself entirely into it.

The crisp, rapid "splashing" sounds, mixed with the gurgling of water, created a beautiful symphony within the barrier.

Ah Yin's chanting came one after another, sometimes melodious like weeping, sometimes high-pitched like singing, the last note carrying a sob, yet full of emotion, echoing back and forth within the barrier.

Until the fourth time.

Ah Yin's legs suddenly twitched uncontrollably, her knees buckled, and she felt as if she had lost all her bones.

The full drum swayed wildly in the air, rocking left and right without any discernible pattern.

She then let out an exceptionally sweet, soft moan, her voice even rising a notch, filled with a trembling and impending collapse.

"Oh~ I'm... I'm... going now~"

In an instant, she leaned forward, her fingers slipped off the table, and her body was about to fall.

Yue Qingge reacted quickly, grabbing her and sinking her fingers deep into her soft waist to support her firmly.

Ah Yin slumped in his arms, panting heavily, her body heaving violently.

The plump snow rabbit trembled up and down with her breath, churning like waves. "Ha...haha~" Her tongue slightly protruded, pulling out a thin silver thread, which then burst open. A layer of fine sweat appeared on her body, making her look as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

Yue Qingge looked down at the figure in her arms, feeling both love and pity. She couldn't help but ask softly, "Mommy... is she alright?"

Ah Yin took a couple of breaths and struggled to lift her eyes to look at him. Her beautiful eyes held a hint of reproach, a languid satisfaction, and a stubborn refusal to give in.

"certainly…

She gritted her teeth, her voice firm.

Her arms rested on the table again, her slender waist slumped, her dark hair fell down to cover half of her face, and her breasts bulged high once more.

She took a deep breath and aimed at the still-erect farm tools behind her. She brought them down again.

This time, she was noticeably faster, with a do-or-die determination.

The farm tools scraped against her moist, tender flesh at a relatively rapid pace, each friction sending a tingling, electric-like sensation through her.

The precise grinding over the most sensitive walnut-patterned honey flesh instantly relaxed all the nerve endings of both of them, allowing them to enjoy the pleasure.

Yue Qingge rampaged through the Blue Silver Cave, cutting through thorns and brambles.

However, every time Ah Yin made a collision, it was with the belief that he would sit on Yue Qingge to the very end.

It was so powerful that the heavy blow penetrated directly into the deepest part of the Other Shore Flower Palace.

There lay the boundary between tightness and softness, the crown resting on the delicate flower's heart. The two froze for a moment, as if time had stood still.

The repeated blows shattered the mother's composure and deliberate dignity. Each deeper penetration stripped away layer after layer of her pretense, leaving only a greedy, beautiful woman who craved more beauty; a soul adrift in the sea of ​​desire.

Each blow carried her to the mountaintop, where she floated among the clouds, only to be plunged down by the next heavy blow, in an endless cycle.

After several more heavy blows, Ah Yin's legs could barely support her weight, her knees buckling and straightening. She struggled to lift the drum, grinding it in the air for a moment to find the perfect angle.

After aligning, it rammed in again.

The moment it was completely submerged, the Blue Silver Cave underwent a transformation. The pinkish jade walls began to writhe wildly, as if some living thing had been awakened, tightening and sucking in circles, as if trying to completely expel the intruder.

But because it was so deep, each push to expel him turned into a more fatal pull, drawing him deeper and closer, trapping him in a gentle vortex from which he could not escape.

The Blue Silver Cavern was fully activated at this moment.

A series of swirling water sounds came from the connection point, making a continuous "gurgling" sound, and it was sticky.

The sound completely engulfed Yue Qingge, turning his rationality and restraint to ashes.

The alluring flesh seemed to come alive. It was no longer passively stretched open, but actively wrapped around Yue Qingge's farm tools, like soft, nimble snakes, filling them inch by inch.

Every inch was tightly gripped by moist, soft flesh, leaving no gaps. The two rubbed against each other constantly, intertwining and becoming inseparable. They reached a state of mutual interdependence, where each was part of the other.

At that moment, their heart rates synchronized. "Thump, thump, thump!"

The sounds of heartbeats overlapped in the silence.

Ah Yin couldn't help but convulse and fall, landing solidly on Yue Qingge's farm tools. The impact made her vision go white.

Chapter 116 Out of Control

The pole supported her voluptuous body, holding her firmly in place, like a fulcrum supporting her supple form.

But he could no longer resist sucking and licking the layers of alluring flesh inside the Blue Silver Cave like tiny mouths, again and again, without any mercy.

"Ah————!!" Ah Yin let out a long cry, heart-wrenching yet tender and lingering, which exploded within the barrier, its echo reverberating in the air.

The two of them tilted together. Yue Qingge leaned back slightly, bracing herself on the sofa armrest to maintain her balance, while A Yin fell forward, her black hair spreading out on the coffee table.

The two achieved a strange balance around that point of connection. The sound of flowing water mingled with their white breaths.

With a "pop," Yue Qingge slowly left the Blue Silver Cave, her voice clear and ambiguous.

The milky white nectar slowly dripped from the center of her plump lips, leaving a thin silver thread in the air.

Finally, with a "thud," it imprinted itself on the floor tiles, leaving a small, milky-white mark.

Ah Yin's legs trembled so much she could barely stand, her knees buckling, but she gritted her teeth, panting heavily, and raised the drum again, aiming it at the still proud farm tool.

Yue Qingge immediately reached out and grabbed her, stopping her movement. He looked down at her, a smile and a hint of surprise hidden in his eyes. "Mom... seems to have gotten a taste for it."

"I...want to restore the Mother's authority,"

Ah Yin's voice was so sweet it was almost sickening; every word sounded like it was coated in honey, so soft it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it, making Yue Qingge's heart itch.

She raised her chin, trying to maintain a semblance of composure, but her misty eyes and trembling voice betrayed her.

"Let me show you... how powerful Mom is."

Although she was trembling uncontrollably, and the lingering warmth of the spasms had not yet dissipated from her body, and her muscles were still twitching from time to time, she gritted her teeth, raised her snow-white full moon, and took the initiative to put the farm tool inside.

"Hmm...!" With a muffled groan, she frowned slightly, then relaxed, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips.

Each time it got more intense, each time it got faster.

The room was filled only with rapid breathing, sticky water sounds, crisp impacts, and Ah Yin's increasingly undisguised lewdness.

Under such high pressure, Ah Yin was no match for them. In no time, she was left dizzy and disoriented, her vision blurring as her consciousness ebbed and flowed with waves of pleasure.

Even his breathing became erratic, gasping and pausing, his physiology was in unprecedented turmoil, his heart was pounding like a drum, and the edges of his vision began to darken.

"Baby...I...I'm about to die..." Ah Yin said tremblingly, "Just a little longer...it's so strange...I feel...something is about to come out..."

Her words were fragmented and barely formed sentences, but her actions did not stop.

The snow-white full moon rises and sets.

Each time, they lunged harder and went deeper than the last, desperately and recklessly lunging forward.

With her proactive and violent thrusts, the taut string snapped completely with a crack.

Yue Qingge gazed at the beautiful woman before her, who was on the verge of collapse; her body was completely out of her control.

Her snow-white thighs twitched to the extreme, contracting and relaxing, the muscles spasming and throbbing under her skin, as if something was rampaging inside her.

Her eyes were half-rolled, revealing the whites of her eyes, her pupils were unfocused, her lips were slightly parted, the tip of her tongue was faintly visible, and saliva slowly dripped down her cheeks.

Yue Qingge felt her inner flesh contracting and spasming wildly. He decisively pulled out the farm tool.

"Pfft---!!" Instantly, streams of water gushed onto his face.

The water jets were rapid and dense, mixed with the unique fragrance of Blue Silver Grass, wetting Yue Qingge, and water droplets dripped down his chin.

Ah Yin achieved ultimate relaxation, and the high notes from her mouth never stopped, one higher than the next.

Finally, it transformed into a trembling, tearful voice that echoed endlessly within the barrier, as it sang its last song with all its remaining strength.

The water jet was so powerful that it soaked a large area of ​​the sofa behind them, leaving dark water stains on the brocade surface, which clung wetly to the leather.

Yue Qingge watched this scene with satisfaction, a contented smile slowly spreading across her face, her eyes filled with doting affection and pride.

It seems Mom is indeed feeling better, because she's even cooking.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of their intermittent breathing and the warm, ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

Ah Yin finally snapped out of her daze, her eyes gradually regaining focus, and her pupils refocusing.

When she saw the glistening water stains on Yue Qingge's face, and saw the water droplets running down his face, she realized that...

"Baby...quick...quickly close your eyes, don't look at Mommy..." Her voice was barely audible, and she curled up into a ball, hugging herself with her arms, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

A wave of shame washed over her, engulfing her from head to toe.