Zhuan An 8 R18

Hearing himself being questioned, Xiao Fan glanced at Zhuan An with one eye before stating something simple to him, "An'er, you don't need to think about how...Just say the word, and It will be done."

His eye that had looked at her went back, looking into the night as she, not convinced, questioned him more on how would he be able to achieve this goal.

Yet everything Zhuan An asked was responded by Xiao Fan in the same style as the first question had been.

"Okay..." Zhuan An stopped to question Xiao Fan, who didn't give anything. She decided that she had had enough. "This is only worsening my mood," she stated.

"Then make yourself feel good." If so, what could he do?

As a reply to this, he saw a glimpse of a mischievous smile before the small frame of her's vanished from next to him.

'Wher did she go?' Xiao Fan though and looked next to him, nothing. Then his eyes went behind him, towards the bed, but it was the same, nothing.

He was beginning to be puzzled, but then he felt that someone had entered his private are without him noting this breach. '?' he was of course surprised, but taking a look at the area, he noticed it was none else than Zhuan An, who had vanished there.

'She wasn't bullshitting me?' Still, he was rather confused. The idea of her compensating him for his losses had come off as a joke, not a promise she intended to keep. 'I should have guessed it was a promise; after all, it was her speaking to me'. Then he realised this.

Nevertheless, he wasn't going to stop this...not at all, and now knowing what a pleasant evening he would have, his eyes went back to looking at the view presented to him, letting Zhuan An do what she had so eagerly started.

Around his abdomen, Zhuan An was working on getting the thing out without ripping the robes Xiao Fan had on him, though speed was still critical.

'Open dangit.' She was becoming rather anticipating to experience the same thing she had felt during their first meeting.

Xiao Fan could feel this, but he couldn't help, he was there to enjoy the experience while preparing himself for later.

On the note of Feelings, for a moment more, he didn't feel anything special, but eventually, it got out from his robes. It out made him feel the cold night wind brush it for a second before two hands and a mouth started warming his rod.

'That's it. That's the thing I remembered so well.' Thinking so he couldn't but leave out a small grunt when he felt her rough tongue slide over the head of his cock. The feeling of having her cat-like tongue wrap around his member was something he couldn't have forgotten.

That grunt which left his mouth was heard by Zhuan An, who was making him do that, and she, when hearing it felt her motivation to do this increase.

When she increased her pacing did Xiao Fan put both of his hands onto the railing to get some support while enjoying the pleasure he was getting from this freely.

'How can...she be so good at this...' Xiao Fan, who was already shaking a little from this experience could only wonder how much dry practise she must have gone through.

As he was enjoying this and wondering his own questions, Zhuan An was getting rather rough, not only in her tongue that is. She, for some reason, was trying to force herself to take more of that rod into her mouth, as if she wanted to violate herself with it.

One slender hand of hers was already behind Xiao Fan, trying to pull herself deeper while the other hand was pleasuring her own private parts.

However, these hand movements didn't seem to be enough. Then to fix it, Zhuan An came up with one plan, she had realised what was missing in all of this.

She took the rod out of her mouth for a moment, and as she vigorously pumped it with her hands, trying to keep the same level of arousal on him, she urged, "Get your hand on my head."

Xiao Fan's mind was hazy, yet hearing such a proposition, he didn't mind much and did it. 'That's hot,' he thought positively of this development.

Following the replacement of his hand, Zhuan An continued to work on her primary task for a moment more, yet shortly after continuing, she came to the same conclusions as before.

So she once again stopped the blow job. "Push me." Free to talk, she urged him to use his hand on her head.

This time Xiao Fan looked at her, puzzled by her words, nothing like this had happened to him before.

"Do it!" she pressed her point.

Now...Now things inside Xiao Fan's head clicked, and in a few seconds, he realised everything.

"Well, if that is what you want"—his hand took a tight grip on her bob style haircut—"Then get to it." Finished with saying so, he forced her back to the task area.

Xiao Fan might have been slow on the uptake, however, after thinking of the cave and everything that had happened after that event was he sure that...she didn't like to be romantic when it came to these matters.

Indeed, Zhuan An didn't like this to be a romantic event, and now that he was almost using her, she got back to work with ever increased energy and happiness. Well, got back to work might not have been the best description, for it wasn't Zhuan An who continued with her blow job, this time it was Xiao Fan taking full charge on what she was doing.

The only thing Zhuan An got to do was to open her mouth before Xiao Fan used his hand in tandem with his hips thrusting towards that hole now opening.

*Slump*

Could be heard when the rod of Xiao Fan was driven into the small mouth of her and straight into her throat. And while for most this might have been painful or something that would end their relationship...for Zhuan An it was everything she had wished for to happen.

Zhuan An's head might have gone a little bonkers after what Meng Chin had done with her, however, right now, she didn't care as the only thing on her mind currently was to get air.

"You want air?" Xiao Fan could see that his partner wasn't feeling too well, but he continued in the way he had been told. "You gotta earn it!" He roared while pushing his body forwards so that the back her head hit the stone railing of the balcony.

The rod lodged deep in her throat and her back against the wall, Zhuan An felt...good? Yes, good... Slowly but steadily was she being hit with the feeling of ecstasy she had been looking for so desperately.

Of course, there was still the problem of air that was making her feel light in her head, yet Xiao Fan seeing changes that came with that on her face was only more wanting to do this himself.

A few more thrust in, Xiao Fan was in the mood, and so let her have a breather while he asked her a question, "You like that?" It was a question, but his tone wasn't questioning at all.

Zhuan An on her knees hearing him talk in such a dominant tone couldn't but comply, "Yeah..." Her tone of speech and eyes were telling him that she wanted more.

"Good! But it wasn't like your opinion mattered!" he gave her an answer that went with the mood that this was taking.

"Thank—"

*Slump* Whatever she had wanted to say after that word was blocked by the cock of Xiao Fan going back into the hole that had opened itself so nicely.

"Look at me!" Sometime later Xiao Fan slapper her half-conscious face.

Zhuan An did as ordered and looked upwards at Xiao Fan violating her mouth.

Xiao Fan kept her waiting for a few more thrust before continuing, "How much do you like this, bitch!"

Zhuan An in total bliss tried to answer "I love it, Master," she was in the same mood as him; however, her speaking wasn't very clear for Xiao Fan never heard those words as his cock stretching her mouth open blocked all noise.

The voices she spoke were only something that made his cock feel funny.

Anyway, the current mood wasn't one in which the opinion of Zhuan An was taken into consideration. The whole attitude between the two was all about her having no value other than pleasing her man.

Xiao Fan himself wasn't at all versed in this, but he had heard enough stories relating to treating women like this in prison so that he could adapt to his role with no effort. He felt that one succeeding in this only needed to consider one's own pleasure while caring nothing for the other.

Sure at first that was weird, and he didn't know how to work with her, yet after a brief moment? Well, everything seemed to be fine as no matter how hard he was handling her did he only get a positive reply.

Force her to choke on his cock that was deep in her throat, his balls hitting her chin? Fine, she only seemed to like it.

Slap her cheeks? Sure, her head went to the side and some fluids escaped her mouth, however at the end of it, she looked back at him with a face that begged for more.

"You are a total whore!" Soon he started to call her all kinds of degrading names that he could think of while he increased the roughness of his actions bit by bit.

Then when he was getting proficient in name-calling her things like, "Your mouth is such a good cock holster." Or, "I'll make sure that you will only use this hole for taking in my cock after this." And, "Here I thought you were so romantic, but no! You are nothing but a masochist in heat." He began to look for other ways to torment her.

Finding one rather quickly. "Hands behind your back!" He had seen her hands running through her body, and that didn't fly in the current mood. "A bitch like you needs to learn to please me, not yourself," he stated, and by the time his sentence was over the two hands of Zhuan An were already behind her back.

During this time, he hadn't been all that tough since he still had to contain all the enjoyment he was getting from this, and slowly it was starting to flood out of the cup.

"Finish me!" When so, he stopped to use her in a way that one would play with a toy and ordered her to work for the final prize herself.

"Yes, Master" she got some words to leave her mouth, though not a lot as she got to what she had been ordered to by him.

"No hands! Did I tell you that you could use them?" Zhuan An tried to use her hands in this task, but Xiao Fan corrected her in a rather angry tone while slapping them back.

Favourably, Zhuan An didn't need her hands to finish Xiao Fan anymore. Only after a few more pumps of her head could she feel the build-up for the final starting.

Knowing what was, at this point inevitable, did Zhuan An take it out of her mouth so that she could say, "Coat me with your spunk, Master." Her eyes were glimmering in ecstasy.

"Good that you have learned. As a prize for your good behaviour I will," he grunted this out as a white spray left from the top of his cock straight towards Zhuan An waiting for it.

His eyes and head were towards the sky while the white substance coming out of him hit the Zhuan An's face, starting to coat her in white.