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The rain battered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, tracing erratic, glittering paths down the glass. Beyond the pane, the foreign city was a sprawling network of neon lights and shadow, a cold and busy world entirely detached from the heavy, insulated quiet of the room.

Y/N stood by the glass, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. At thirty years old, he had cultivated the kind of quiet, imposing aura that commanded boardrooms, standing tall at an impressive 188 centimeters and carrying ninety kilos of solid, hard-earned muscle. He wore a tailor-made black suit by Hugo Boss, the sharp cut of the fabric accentuating the broad lines of his shoulders and the thick taper of his waist. A light, three-day beard shadowed his jawline, giving his handsome face a rugged edge, and beneath the dim ambient light of the room, a few single, distinguished gray hairs caught the reflection among his short, neat black hair. His deep brown eyes watched the storm outside with slow, methodical satisfaction.

He had landed the big fish. After a long, grueling week of relentless negotiations, he had finalized a multi-million dollar contract that secured his future and cemented his reputation. He normally wasn’t the type of man to indulge in excess. He lived with discipline. But tonight, the tension in his broad shoulders demanded release. He wanted to unwind. He wanted to reward himself.

Earlier that day, his colleague Daniel had clapped him on the shoulder, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin. Daniel had mentioned the hotel’s "special care" service—an exclusive, deeply discreet catalog for their wealthiest guests, offering harmonious nights with top-tier escorts. Intrigued, Y/N had requested the leather-bound book from the concierge.

He had leafed through the thick, glossy pages while nursing his drink. He had skipped to the Asian girls category, his thumb brushing over the heavy paper. He had read the names and studied the pictures: Nayeon, Jihyo, Rose, Yeji, Jennie. All exceptionally beautiful, all seemingly perfect. But then he had turned the page, and his brown eyes had locked onto a singular image.

Ning Yizhuo. Ningning.

She was twenty-one, breathtakingly delicate, and radiated an undeniable aura that was equal parts innocent and deeply seductive. According to her profile, she was perfectly petite, standing at a mere 160 centimeters. Y/N had picked up the suite’s heavy brass phone and requested her for the entire evening. He had explicitly asked to book her time entirely, unwilling to share the night or rush the experience.

Now, an hour later, the soft, rhythmic chime of the suite’s doorbell severed the silence of the room.

Y/N set his glass down on the mahogany side table, rolling his shoulders beneath the fine wool of his jacket, and crossed the sprawling, dimly lit room. He grasped the heavy silver handle and pulled the door inward.

The moment the door opened, the space was instantly flooded with an intoxicating, heavy scent. It was a sweet, wildly expensive perfume—a beautiful collision of dark vanilla, crushed orchids, and an underlying, sensual musk that made the air feel instantly thick. And then, there she was.

Ningning stood in the doorway, and she was even more striking than her photograph. She wore a short, fitted black dress with a sparkly, beaded texture that caught the hallway’s golden lighting like a sky full of stars. The dress was sleeveless with a slightly off-the-shoulder neckline, hugging her tight, incredibly perfect figure, showcasing the gentle swell of her small, firm "B" size cups. Her long, perfectly straight black hair spilled down over her shoulders, cascading flawlessly all the way down to her beautifully shaped rear.

She wore sleek black high heels that brought her height to 165 centimeters, yet she still had to tilt her head up entirely to meet Y/N’s gaze. The sheer difference in their size was instantly palpable, a stark, heavy contrast between his massive, muscular frame and her impossibly delicate build.

"Good evening, Mr. Y/N," Ningning said softly. Her voice was like liquid silk, carrying a thick, incredibly endearing Chinese accent that immediately caught his attention.

"Good evening, Ningning," Y/N replied, his deep baritone rumbling in his chest. "Please, come in. The rain out there looks miserable."

She stepped past him into the warmth of the room. As she walked by, brushing intimately close to his massive 1,9-meter stature, Y/N caught a closer breath of her scent. It was magnetic. She paused in the center of the plush carpet, her dark brown eyes slowly trailing over him. Ningning had worked as a high-end escort for a little while, long enough to know what to expect from wealthy clients—usually older, bloated, or entirely devoid of charm. But Y/N was a startling exception. He was incredibly handsome. The way the expensive fabric clung to his broad chest, the mature scruff on his jawline, the piercing heat in his brown eyes; it all sent an unexpected, very real flutter of heat straight to her core.

"It is very wet outside, shi de... oh, yes," Ningning murmured, immediately catching her accidental slip into her native tongue. A soft blush crept over her smooth cheeks. "I am sorry. Sometimes my English forgets itself."

Y/N let out a low, warm chuckle, stepping into the room and closing the heavy door behind them, sealing them into the quiet luxury of the suite. "Don't apologize. I think it's beautiful. I don't mind it at all."

Ningning smiled, a genuine, shy curve of her painted lips. "You are very kind. And very... shuai. Ah. Handsome."

"I try my best," Y/N smiled, motioning toward the sitting area. A low fire flickered in the modern hearth, casting dancing shadows over the crushed velvet sofa. "Since we have the entire evening, there's no rush. May I pour you a glass of wine?"

"I would love that. Thank you," she replied, taking a seat gracefully on the edge of the velvet cushion. Her short, beaded dress hiked up slightly, exposing the long, flawless line of her smooth thighs. Y/N’s eyes lingered on the expanse of bare, golden skin for a brief second before he walked over to the wet bar.

He unbuttoned the jacket of his Hugo Boss suit, shrugging it off his broad shoulders, leaving him in a crisp black dress shirt that stretched tight over his muscular back. Ningning watched him, mesmerized by the sheer width of him. Her inner thighs subtly pressed together as a sudden, unfamiliar ache bloomed between her legs. This wasn't supposed to feel like this. She was a professional. Yet, watching the way his large, capable hands effortlessly un-corked the heavy bottle of vintage red wine, she realized she was already starting to get wet. She didn't want him for the exorbitant fee he had already wired to the agency; she wanted him because he was utterly, overwhelmingly magnetic.

Y/N walked back over, handing her a crystal glass. The deep crimson liquid swirled inside. Their fingers brushed. His skin was incredibly warm, rough with masculine texture, contrasting wildly against her soft, manicured hands.

"To a successful week," Y/N said softly, holding up his own glass.

"To your success," Ningning echoed. **"*Ganbei*."**

They clinked glasses, the sharp ringing sound piercing the quiet hum of the rain outside. Ningning took a sip, her eyes never leaving his over the rim of her glass. The wine was rich, heavy, and tasted of dark cherries and oak.

Y/N sat down beside her on the velvet sofa. He intentionally left a foot of space between them, giving the interaction room to breathe, letting the anticipation slowly saturate the air. The pacing was deliberate. He wanted the tension to build until it was absolutely agonizing.

"So," Y/N began, resting his forearm on his muscular thigh, "what does a gorgeous girl like you usually do in a city like this, aside from entertaining exhausted businessmen?"

Ningning giggled, the sound sweet and melodic. "I shop. I eat a lot of good food. And I sleep. But usually, the men I visit are not so... charming. Or so big. You are like a mountain. Hen da."

"Is that a bad thing?" Y/N teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "I hope I don't scare you."

"No," Ningning answered quickly, her voice dropping a fraction of an octave, growing slightly breathless. "I am not scared. I am... impressed. Do you lift cars for exercise?"

Y/N laughed, the deep sound vibrating through the air between them. "Just very heavy briefcases. And maybe a few weights in the gym when I have the time."

They talked for over an hour. The heavy storm raged outside, throwing flashes of lightning across the room, briefly illuminating the stark, charged chemistry slowly building between them. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with light, witty banter and playful teasing. Every time Ningning slipped and used a Chinese word—**"This wine is hen hao, very good,"** or "My feet hurt in these heels, zhen de, really"—Y/N would simply smile, his eyes dark with growing lust. He found her accidental slips incredibly endearing, adding an intoxicating layer of authenticity to the encounter.

By the time the bottle of wine was nearly empty, the physical space between them had vanished. Ningning had slowly closed the distance, her thigh now resting flush against his. The heat radiating off Y/N’s massive body was searing. The room felt incredibly warm, thick with the scent of her vanilla perfume and the masculine, musky scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the clean smell of his skin.

Ningning felt a heavy throb pulse low in her stomach. She shifted her legs, the friction of her thighs rubbing against her already damp panties sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up her spine. She had never had a client request to just talk and drink. The slow, methodical build-up was driving her absolutely crazy. She looked up at him, her dark eyes hooded, glassy with intense desire.

"Y/N," she whispered, the playful banter suddenly dissolving into raw, undeniable need.

"Yes, Ningning?" he murmured, turning to fully face her.

She didn't answer with words. Driven by a pure, desperate instinct, Ningning set her crystal glass down on the mahogany table with a quiet clink. She leaned forward, resting her small, delicate hands against the hard, solid expanse of his chest. She felt the heavy thumping of his heart through his black dress shirt. Rising slightly, she pressed her soft, parted lips against his.

The kiss started slow, an exploratory graze of mouths. She tasted like the rich red wine, sweet and intoxicating. Y/N let out a deep groan from the back of his throat, the sound vibrating against her lips. He took control, his large, powerful hands wrapping around her narrow, tight waist. His grip was firm, anchoring her against his muscular frame. He parted her lips with his tongue, tasting her deeply, exploring the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. Ningning gasped into the kiss, her small hands sliding up into his neat, dark hair, tangling in the strands at the nape of his neck.

The tension that had been carefully coiled for the past hour shattered instantly. The slow burn ignited into a feral, consuming fire.

Y/N pulled back just an inch, his breathing ragged. "You are so fucking beautiful," he rasped, his brown eyes dilated, completely overtaken by lust.

"Please," Ningning whimpered, her voice entirely stripped of her previous shyness. "Touch me. Qing. Please."

His massive hands dragged slowly up the sides of her incredibly tight, petite body. The beaded texture of her dress rubbed against his palms as he moved upward. He traced the delicate curve of her ribs until his hands finally cupped her breasts. Her small, perfectly round "B" size cups filled his large palms effortlessly. Even through the fabric of the dress, he could feel her nipples hardened into tight, desperate peaks. He squeezed them gently, massaging the soft mounds.

Ningning let out a loud, breathless moan, her head falling back against his arm to expose the smooth, long line of her pale neck. "Ah! Y/N... yes, right there..."

Y/N leaned in, pressing his warm, slightly scruffy jaw against her neck. The light three-day beard scraped deliciously against her sensitive skin, sending violently pleasurable shivers down her spine. He kissed her collarbone, licking a broad stripe up her throat as his fingers expertly found the concealed zipper at the back of her sparkly dress.

With one smooth, fluid pull, the zipper descended.

"Stand up for me," Y/N commanded softly. It wasn't a request; it was an order steeped in heavy, masculine authority.

Ningning obeyed instantly. She stood up, her high heels sinking into the carpet. She shimmied her shoulders, letting the expensive, heavy beaded dress fall to the floor in a shimmering pool around her ankles.

Y/N leaned back on the velvet sofa, his dark eyes traveling hungrily up the length of her body. She was breathtaking. She wore nothing but a tiny, stringy black G-string that disappeared entirely between her perfect, peach-shaped ass cheeks, and her long black hair cascaded over her bare, golden-tan shoulders, providing barely any cover for her perky, bare breasts. Her dark brown areolas were tight, the nipples pointing outward, practically begging to be tasted.

He reached out, his thick fingers lightly tracing the waistline of her black string panties. The stark contrast of his pale, giant hand against her small, golden hip was incredibly arousing for both of them.

"You're perfect," Y/N growled, his voice thick with raw need.

Ningning stepped closer, standing directly between his spread thighs. She looked down at him, her eyes locking onto the pronounced, heavy bulge straining against the fabric of his dark suit trousers. "I want you, Y/N. I want to feel you."

Y/N’s hands moved to his own belt. The sharp click of the metal buckle sounded like a gunshot in the heavy silence of the room. He unzipped his trousers, and Ningning dropped to her knees between his thighs, the movement fluid and eager.

She reached out, pushing the fabric of his trousers and boxers down. As she freed him, Y/N’s heavy, thick cock sprang out, slapping against his tight stomach.

Ningning froze. Her brown eyes widened in absolute shock. **"*Wode tian...*"** she breathed, an involuntary whisper of pure awe escaping her lips. "My god."

It was massive. Easily 18 centimeters long, blindingly white against the dark backdrop of his trousers, incredibly thick, and wrapped in heavy, prominent veins that pulsed with blood. A clear bead of pre-cum already wept from the slick, swollen tip. It was the biggest she had ever seen in her entire life. A brief, sharp spike of insecurity shot through her. She was so incredibly small. Could she even take him?

Y/N noticed her hesitation. His large hand reached out, gently cupping the side of her delicate face, his thumb stroking her cheek. "Is it too much, baby? Tell me if you want me to stop."

Ningning shook her head immediately, her dark hair swishing violently over her bare back. "No. No... I want it. I want to taste you."

She leaned forward, opening her small, rosy mouth. She grasped the thick base of his heavy cock with one hand, her tiny fingers unable to even wrap fully around its girth. She extended her tongue, flattening it out, and slowly swiped it up the heavy underside of his shaft. The skin was impossibly hot, tasting faintly of salt and pure, intoxicating masculinity.

Y/N let out a ragged hiss of pleasure as her tongue circled the broad head, catching the sticky drop of pre-cum and swirling it into her mouth. "Fuck... Ningning. That’s it."

She opened her jaws as wide as they could possibly go and sank her lips down over the swollen head. She could only manage to get him halfway into her mouth before the sheer thickness began to painfully stretch her lips and push against the back of her throat. But the sensation was incredibly divine. The contrast of his rock-hard heat slipping into the slick, wet warmth of her little Chinese mouth sent an explosive rush of pleasure directly to Y/N’s groin.

Ningning fell into a feral, desperate rhythm. Unable to deep-throat him, she made up for it with enthusiastic, sloppy dedication. She pumped her small hand up and down the thick, exposed base of his 18cm white cock while heavily bobbing her head over the top half. Her lips sucked gently, creating a tight, vacuum-like seal, pulling hard on the sensitive head before sliding up with a wet, obscene schlucking sound.

The room filled with the sounds of their intimacy—the heavy drumming of the rain against the glass, Y/N’s increasingly ragged breaths, and the wet, sloppy slurps of Ningning’s desperate mouth. Drool and clear pre-cum mixed freely, coating his thick shaft, her lips shiny with thick slobber.

"Ah, fuck," Y/N cursed, his hips involuntarily bucking upward, thrusting his thick length deeper into her mouth. His large hands found the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her long, silken black hair, gently guiding her rhythm. "Suck it, Ningning. Just like that. Drain me."

She tightened her lips and gave a loud, wet slurp, swirling her tongue aggressively over his frenulum. The praise, the demanding tone, the absolute power of him—it drove her insane. Her small cunt clenched sharply in her damp panties, a slow trickle of slick wetness sliding down her inner thigh. She was supposed to be the professional, yet here she was, desperately trying to swallow down every inch of this incredible man, absolutely terrified by how much she wanted him.

"Don't stop," Y/N gasped, his grip tightening in her hair. His thighs trembled. He could feel the heavy, familiar coil of tension building rapidly at the base of his spine. The sensation of her tight mouth and hot tongue was too much. He had held out all week, disciplined and stressed, and her perfect little mouth was entirely destroying his control. "I'm close... Fuck, I'm going to cum..."

Ningning didn't pull away. Instead, she sped up, sucking harder, rubbing the base of his cock with firm, slippery strokes of her hand. She wanted it. She wanted the climax of this incredible client inside of her.

"Swallow it," Y/N demanded breathlessly, his hips snapping forward as his control finally snapped. "Take it all."

He groaned, a loud, guttural, masculine sound that bounced off the penthouse walls, as his heavy cock jerked violently between her lips. Thick, hot ropes of heavy white cum shot out of him, hitting the back of Ningning’s tongue with incredible force. She stayed down, her throat swallowing repeatedly, drinking down the massive load. Pulse after pulse filled her mouth.

Finally, as his hips went slack, she slowly slid her lips up and off his slick, heavily coated shaft. A thin, sticky string of saliva and semen connected her lips to his tip before breaking. She licked her lips, swallowing the last of it.

Ningning blinked up at him, panting softly. She tasted it on her tongue, and her eyes widened in genuine surprise. "It... it tastes good," she whispered, her voice thick with wonder. "Sweet."

Usually, she hated this part of the job. But Y/N’s cum was warm, rich, and remarkably palatable. The realization hit her brain, immediately filtering straight down to her clit. Her breathing hitched. The fact that she actually liked the taste of him made her violently, unbelievably horny to be fucked. She needed his giant dick inside of her right now.

Y/N leaned forward, his massive hands grabbing her under her delicate underarms, effortlessly hauling her up off her knees like she weighed nothing at all. He looked down at her. She was flushed, her chest heaving, her eyes blown wide with desire.

His gaze dropped to her waist. Her tiny body was currently wrapped in the thin black string of her panties. Without a word, he reached out, hooking a thick finger under the elastic string resting on her hip. With one smooth, deliberate pull, he tore the string off, tossing the scrap of fabric to the floor.

Ningning stood completely naked before him. Y/N’s dark eyes locked intensely onto her pussy. It was small, flawlessly tight, and absolutely drenched. A beautifully neat, thin line of dark hair decorated the mons pubis right above the swelling, bright pink slit. He could see how incredibly wet she was; a heavy drop of thick, clear arousal leaked from her entrance, gleaming in the low light of the room.

"You are completely soaked," Y/N muttered, a dark smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

"Because of you," Ningning whimpered, grabbing his hands. "Please... the bed. Now."

Y/N didn't need to be told twice. He picked her up, one large arm sweeping under her knees, the other supporting her bare back. She squeaked in surprise, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. He carried her to the massive, king-sized bed in the center of the suite. The sheets were crisp, pristine white silk. He tossed her onto the center of the mattress.

Ningning scrambled back, laying flat, looking up at his towering form. But to her utter surprise, Y/N didn’t climb over her. Instead, he knelt at the edge of the mattress, right between her spread thighs.

He took her slender left leg, hoisting it high over his broad shoulder, completely opening up her tight, wet center to his full view.

"What... what are you doing?" Ningning gasped, trying to sit up.

Y/N pushed her back down gently by her chest. "Making sure you're as relaxed as I am."

Without another word, he leaned forward, pressing his face directly between her thighs. The scent of her arousal hit him instantly—a heavy, musky sweetness that smelled distinctly of woman and intense lust. He dragged his tongue straight up her wet slit.

Ningning screamed. "Ah! Y/N!" Her head whipped back against the plush pillows, her black hair fanning out over the white silk. Her hands shot down, instantly fisting the bedsheets.

It was absolute heaven. The heat of his mouth, the expert flick of his tongue directly over her hyper-sensitive clit. Y/N didn't rush. He slowly, deliberately licked her tender, wet Chinese pussy with sheer relish, slurping her juices loudly, letting the wet sounds echo through the room. He lapped at her clitoral hood, his tongue circling the swollen pink pearl, sucking it gently into his mouth.

"Oh god... wode tian... yes... shi de, please, don't stop," Ningning cried, thrashing weakly on the bed.

She had never felt anything like this. Clients never cared about her pleasure. But Y/N was dining on her like a master, completely dedicated to entirely dismantling her mind. He licked a long, agonizingly slow stripe from the base of her tight entrance all the way up to her clit, the wet drag of his tongue making her spine arch violently off the mattress.

Then, he unleashed the thunder.

While his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit, Y/N pressed his thumb against her slick opening and slowly inserted one thick, long finger deep into her tight canal.

Ningning let out a shattered, guttural sob. "Fuuuuck!"

The stretch was magnificent. His thick finger felt enormous inside her tight, incredibly small space. And his coordination was terrifyingly perfect. As his finger curled inward, hooking and deeply massaging her G-spot with heavy, deliberate strokes, his tongue fluttered rapidly over her clit.

The overwhelming combination of deep internal friction and sharp external pleasure short-circuited her brain. Her breathing turned into rapid, shallow hyperventilation. The tension inside her snapped into a violent, rapidly spiraling storm. She had never achieved a real orgasm with a client. She had never even cum from being eaten out before. But Y/N wasn't normal. The sheer ability and raw power he wielded over her body was completely overpowering.

"Cum for me, Ningning," Y/N murmured against her soaked folds, his hot breath sending electricity through her nerves. "Let go."

"I'm... I'm going... Ah! Y/N! Hen tong... it feels so incredible!" she sobbed. Her thighs clamped down hard against the sides of his head. Her stomach violently contracted, her toes curling so hard they ached.

With a deafening scream, the orgasm ripped through her. Her tiny body arched off the mattress into a rigid, trembling bow, convulsing wildly against his mouth. Thick, hot juices flooded down his fingers, coating his chin. Y/N kept sucking her clit through the intense spasms, riding out every single tremor until she finally collapsed backward into the pillows, her chest heaving, tears of absolute bliss pricking her eyes.

She lay there for a minute, completely wrecked, trying to catch her breath as Y/N slowly pulled his wet finger from her depths with a loud schluck. He knelt over her, his dark eyes locked onto hers, looking down at the beautiful, flushed mess he had made of her.

Ningning met his gaze. The aftershocks were still vibrating through her system, but her core felt incredibly empty now. She needed him. She wanted the main program. The playfulness was over; her body was screaming for total violation.

She reached down, touching her own wet, swollen slit, her dark eyes flashing with raw, feral desperation. "Enough... I need you now. I need your cock. Put it inside me."

The blunt, demanding tone sent a fresh jolt of pure adrenaline through Y/N’s veins. He grabbed her narrow hips and roughly flipped her over.

Ningning landed on her hands and knees in the center of the massive bed, her face buried in the pillows, her incredibly perfect, peach-shaped ass elevated and fully exposed in the air. Her long black hair spilled wildly down her back.

Y/N climbed onto the mattress behind her. He grabbed her hips, aligning his thick, throbbing 18cm erection with her soaking wet entrance. He didn't ask this time. The tension had shattered. This was raw, uncensored escalation.

He drove his hips forward, ramming his huge, white cock deep into her tight Chinese cunt in one brutal, merciless thrust.

"FUCK!" Ningning screamed into the pillows. The sensation of being split completely in half hit her like a freight train. The initial shock was accompanied by a flash of deep, satisfying pain that instantly morphed into mind-bending pleasure. His massive girth stretched her delicate walls to their absolute breaking point, filling every single microscopic centimeter of her depth.

Y/N groaned, a deep, animalistic sound, completely overwhelmed by how tightly she gripped him. "Fuck, you are incredibly tight, Ningning. Christ."

He pulled almost entirely out before violently slamming his heavy hips against her peach ass, sinking balls-deep once more. The loud, wet SLAP of his flesh hitting hers echoed off the penthouse walls like thunder.

He established a punishing, rapid-fire rhythm. Slap. Slap. Slap.

He kept ramming his huge length in and out of her incredibly tight, dripping wet pussy. He grabbed a massive handful of her long black hair, pulling her head up so the delicate arch of her neck was exposed, keeping her torso firmly arched to receive the maximum depth of his thrusts.

"Y/N! Yes... Oh my god, deeper... yes, right there!" Ningning shrieked. Her sweet, melodious moans were laced with whimpers of slight pain and overwhelming ecstasy. The heavy friction of his massive, veiny dick rubbing relentlessly against her internal walls was sending her straight to absolute madness.

Y/N raised his right hand. The palm came crashing down heavily against her soft, peachy ass cheek. SMACK.

"Ah!" she yelped, the sting causing her pussy to aggressively clench around his thick cock.

"Good girl," Y/N barked, breathless and wild. "Take all of it. Every fucking inch."

Smack. Slap. Smack. The room was entirely filled with the heavy sounds of flesh slapping flesh, Y/N’s dominant, demanding grunts, and Ningning’s desperate, breathless screams. The bed frame creaked violently under Y/N’s ninety kilos of muscular momentum violently colliding with her tiny 160cm frame.

She breathed faster and faster. The sheer volume of him inside her was completely filling her up, stretching her beyond belief. Her wetness acted as a slick lubricant, but she could still feel every single thick vein on his 18cm cock dragging across her sensitive flesh.

She turned her head to the side, sinking her perfect teeth straight into the plush hotel blanket beneath her. A real orgasm, an immensely powerful wave, built inside her. No faking. Not this time. Her body tightened like a loaded spring. The pain of the hair pull, the sting of the spank, the overwhelming fullness—it culminated into a massive explosion.

With her teeth locked into the fabric, Ningning screamed as a second, brutal orgasm tore her apart. She came hard, her tight walls aggressively milking the entire length of Y/N’s shaft.

The intense milking sensation completely ruined Y/N’s control. He pulled out with a loud pop, violently grabbing her by the waist and flipping her over onto her back. Without skipping a beat, he drove his thick, white dick right back into her slick, thoroughly used pussy.

It was merciless fucking now. In missionary, he could look straight into her wide, glazed brown eyes. He leaned down, crushing his muscular chest against her soft "B" cups, letting his weight fully trap her onto the mattress. He grabbed both of her delicate wrists, pinning them above her head into the pillows.

He pounded her savagely, withdrawing his heavy shaft almost completely before violently dropping his hips, burying himself to the hilt over and over. His hips blurred. Sweat began to heavily coat Y/N’s chest and arms, dripping down onto Ningning’s collarbones. The smell in the room was entirely comprised of hot skin, pure musk, and raw sex.

"You feel so fucking good," Y/N ground out, his jaw clenched, staring down at her desperate face.

"Don't... stop... fuck me... please fuck me..." Ningning pleaded incoherently, tossing her head from side to side. It was so intense she could barely formulate English sentences. "Faster... kuaidian... ahhh!"

She needed him deeper. She needed to control the friction.

"Sit up," Y/N ordered, suddenly sitting back on his calves. He kept his thick cock buried deep inside of her, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her upward until she was straddling him.

Ningning instantly understood. The cowgirl position completely shifted the dynamic. Now, perched on top of his thick thighs, her small, extremely wet Chinese pussy enveloped his huge dick perfectly.

She leaned forward, slamming her hands down onto Y/N’s massive, muscular shoulders. She dug her sharp, manicured nails into his skin.

With pure, feral relish, Ningning started to ride him. She raised her hips up, her long black hair swaying wildly behind her, before forcefully dropping her weight down, sliding completely down the incredibly thick 18cm shaft.

Y/N’s large hands locked onto her golden hips, his thumbs pressing into the meat of her waist, forcefully helping her establish a brutal, rhythmic bounce. He thrust upward from the bed every time she slammed down, meeting her forcefully in the middle. The incredible depth made Ningning throw her head all the way back, a loud, sustained wail of absolute ecstasy leaving her lips.

Her tiny breasts bounced wildly with every heavy collision of their hips, her dark pink nipples hardened from the sweat and friction.

"Fuck yes," Y/N praised explicitly, watching her completely lose herself. "Ride it, Ningning. Take my dick."

She rode him like her life depended on it. Her nails dug violently into Y/N’s broad shoulders, scratching heavily, leaving long, red, painful lines of raw skin trailing all the way down his back. Y/N didn't care about the sharp sting. It only fueled his primal, masculine drive. He groaned loudly, the sheer tightness of her hot, wet walls constantly squeezing the massive head of his cock dragging him toward the edge.

Ningning felt the immense pressure building again. She couldn't believe it. She was coming again.

"Y/N!" she cried, her body convulsing, her nails clawing harder into his back. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Ahhh!"

Her inner walls seized violently, clamping down onto his throbbing shaft like a vise. That was all it took.

Y/N let out a guttural roar, violently driving his hips up against hers one final, excruciatingly deep time. His heavy body locked up completely. Thick, boiling hot ropes of heavy semen erupted from the swollen head of his cock, completely flooding deep into her sensitive, twitching depths.

The heat of his immense load shot directly through her core. Ningning gasped loudly as he painted her insides, her own orgasm shuddering violently in perfect, harmonious sync with his powerful climax. He held her tight against his waist, riding out the relentless, pulsing throbs of his release, completely filling her to the brim.

Slowly, the chaotic, wild tension in the room faded into the steady, quiet hum of heavy breathing and the faint, endless drumming of the rain outside the windows.

Ningning slumped forward entirely, her chest heaving aggressively, resting her forehead heavily against the soaked, muscular wall of Y/N’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her tiny body, his large hand gently stroking her long black hair as she trembled violently in the afterglow.

* * *

An hour later, the quiet peace of the suite was restored.

Ningning stood fully dressed by the door. The beautiful beaded dress was back on her body, but the perfectly put-together aura she had arrived with was entirely shattered. Her hair was a wild, incredibly beautiful mess. Her legs shook slightly with every small step she took. Her tight Asian pussy throbbed with a persistent, heavy ache, filled to the absolute brim with Y/N’s warmth. She couldn't even stand up completely straight in her high heels. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wasn’t going to be able to walk properly the next day because of the sheer damage Y/N’s massive dick had done to her.

But it was entirely worth it. It hadn't felt like a job for even a single second. It felt incredibly, profoundly satisfying. And beyond the immense physical satisfaction, Y/N had heavily supplemented the extremely expensive fee, putting a massive amount of extra cash directly into her bag before she dressed.

She turned toward the living room, a soft, immensely fond smile gracing her lips.

Y/N was standing by the large glass window, staring back out at the dark, rainy skyline of the city. He was wearing his black suit trousers, completely shirtless, nursing a half-filled glass of rich red wine. His broad, muscular back was to the room, completely covered in long, angry red scratches. The deep marks from Ningning’s manicured nails served as a visceral, permanent reminder of how violently she had climaxed on top of him.

He turned around slowly, his brown eyes locking onto hers one last time.

"Get home safe, Ningning," Y/N murmured, his deep voice carrying warmly across the space. "And thank you for a truly harmonious night."

Ningning smiled, a beautiful blush coloring her cheeks. "You're welcome, Mr. Y/N. Wan'an... goodnight."

She stepped out into the quiet hallway, leaving the sweet scent of vanilla and sex behind her, completely, entirely, and totally satisfied.