Xue Lan collapsed forward, body limp, chest heaving.
Her thighs twitched, still parted wide around Zhao Wei's thick cock, which remained buried deep in her soaked cunt. Her folds were red, swollen, stretched to their absolute limit. Slick and cum leaked from her pulsing hole, forming a wet puddle beneath her.
Zhao Wei leaned back slightly, withdrawing a few inches. Her pussy clung to him, unwilling to let go.
She moaned.
"I can't—" she whispered, voice hoarse. "He's too big."
Zhao Wei growled softly. "We're not done."
She turned her head, breath shaky, and looked down at Lin Mu.
He was still kneeling beside the bed, cock rigid under his soaked robe, his lips parted, face flushed with desperation.
"Mu'er," she said, voice soft and glistening with cruelty.
He looked up instantly.
"Clean me," she whispered.
His breath caught.
"Use your tongue. Get all of it. I want to feel him inside me again. But I want to be fresh. For *him*."
She rolled to the side, thighs falling open wide.
Lin Mu crawled forward without hesitation.
Her pussy was a ruined mess—raw, stretched, gaping slightly. Thick rivulets of Zhao Wei's cum oozed from her hole, dribbling down the curve of her ass and pooling beneath her. The smell was sharp, musky, overwhelming.
He leaned in, breath trembling.
His tongue met the first streak—slick, viscous, clinging to her inner thigh. He licked it slowly, dragging it into his mouth with reverence.
It was salty. Bitter. Thick.
His cock pulsed as he swallowed.
He moved closer.
The entrance to her pussy was still wide, twitching slightly as it leaked fresh strands of semen. Lin Mu opened his mouth wider, tonguing around her folds, slurping up every drop that escaped her used slit. Each time he swallowed, a new thread of cum trickled down.
He didn't stop.
He licked her gaping hole directly, curling his tongue inside, gathering every ounce of slick from her abused walls. His nose was pressed to her clit, his lips suctioning the mixture of sweat, slick, and thick white seed from deep inside her.
She moaned.
"Good," she whispered. "Clean it all. Don't waste a drop."
While he licked, she turned toward Zhao Wei and pulled him closer.
She opened her mouth wide and guided the thick shaft toward her lips.
It was still coated in her own juices, her scent mixed with the lingering wetness from the raw fucking he'd given her. She licked up the length—slowly—tongue tracing the underside, collecting the film of slick that coated it.
When she reached the head, she circled it with her tongue, teasing the flare with slow, wet strokes before slipping it into her mouth.
Her lips stretched wide.
He was massive even in her mouth, and still hardening again.
She sucked him in slowly, inch by inch, jaw relaxing as she took more. Her throat opened for him. Her eyes fluttered.
Her nose pressed to his base.
And she began to bob her head—slowly at first, then faster, saliva bubbling around his girth.
Spit spilled from her lips, dripping down to her chest.
Lin Mu kept licking, his tongue swirling through her slit, collecting every last drop of cum that still clung to her pussy lips. He moaned into her folds, his face smeared with her heat, his lips shiny with another man's seed.
Xue Lan moaned around Zhao Wei's cock.
Her throat flexed as she took him deeper, faster, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the room along with the lewd squelch of Lin Mu's tongue inside her.
Zhao Wei's cock pulsed.
Hard. Ready.
She pulled off, strings of spit and slick stretching between her lips and the veined shaft.
"He's ready again," she whispered.
And Lin Mu looked up—face glistening, mouth open, tongue still tasting her—and nodded, defeated.
She was ready to be ruined again.