One Hundred and Twenty-Two.

My balls tightened, the Test Tube Cultivation Method humming through my dick. 

That seed—it was almost ready, pulsing with heat, begging to be unleashed. 

But I wasn't done breaking her. Not yet. I wanted her to feel every second of this, to drown in it until she couldn't think of anything but me.

I pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping, her yin flower twitching and dripping in protest. She let out a frustrated whine, her hips bucking back toward me instinctively.

"Don't stop… Daidee, please…" Her voice cracked, raw with need.

I smirked, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her onto her back. Her breasts bounced as she landed, milk leaking from her nipples in thin, white streams. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and desperate, her chest heaving.

"You don't get to beg for mercy and demand more," I hissed. "Pick one."

She bit her lip, trembling, then whispered, "More… Daidee… break me…make me dirty, make me filthy like a pig I am."