One Hundred and Twenty.

Has she completely lost her mind? It seemed so.

Her yin flower was now leaking, dripping wet, but I grabbed her head again.

"Ready for more?"

She nodded, and I shoved my dick back into her mouth—not all the way this time—and started fucking her face mercilessly.

As I pounded her, I began the Initiation Method of the Test Tube Cultivation Method. My balls itched, like something was awakening. A seed started forming in my testicles.

Wait, bitch! You want punishment? You want me to use you like an object? I'll make you my cultivation cauldron, my battery.

I kept fucking her face as her breasts slapped against my knees, leaking milk. With each smack, a long, wet trail sprayed across my legs.

I licked my lips. I wanted to drink her milk—a sudden, overwhelming urge surged through me.

But I kept fucking her face as her eyes rolled back.

-SLAP-