"Mm… mm-mm… I… want… you to come in!"

The beauty took the initiative to invite him, yet Lin Hao was still outside, continuing to rub, as if he had no intention of advancing into the cave.

This teasing friction, separated by a layer, was clearly no longer enough to satisfy the beauty's demands; she reached out to grasp the Golden Cudgel, then shifted her hips, seemingly wanting to stuff that big rod into her little cave.

Fang Mengzhu had always been elegant and graceful, captivatingly beautiful—yet under Lin Hao's stimulation, she was completely transformed into a woman consumed by desire.

Seeing how much the beauty wanted him, Lin Hao gripped the rod, thrust his hips with force, and with a wet sound, entered the beauty's Fairy Cave.

The thick, long, rock-hard Golden Cudgel slid along the slick nectar secreted by the tight passage, eager to pierce to the end, reaching the deepest depths of the maiden.

Unfortunately, this time, Lin Hao encountered an unprecedented obstacle. Just as he entered, the beauty's legs clamped tight, instantly locking the rod in place.

"Ah… so tight…"

Lin Hao felt an extraordinary tightness, sucked in a breath, nearly surrendered right then.

Fang Mengzhu's Fairy Cave was one of the top ten famed treasures—the "Nine-Curves Corridor." This kind of cave, with its Jade Gate, was narrow and twisting, like a winding sheep-gut trail. Ordinary folks called it "sheep-gut," but Fang Mengzhu's was truly exquisite, renowned as the "Nine-Curves Corridor."

But Lin Hao was no longer that green and inexperienced boy—he was now a seasoned veteran. He had no intention to retreat; instead, he drew a deep breath, gripped her slender waist with both hands, and powered his hips again.

This time, he could feel the fierce rod forcing open the slender passage, carving a path deep into the winding corridor, straight toward the blossom's core.

Fang Mengzhu felt herself as if she was being split open, just like her first time with Lin Hao, but this time there was more pleasure, more thrill, with none of that piercing pain from losing her maidenhead.

Every woman knows men crave that tight sensation, so she inhaled, clenched her belly, feeling a forceful grip wrapping tight around that big rod.

Lin Hao gazed at the Golden Cudgel more than halfway inside, feeling the suction from within; the sensation was almost like taking her virginity again—intensely satisfying.

To be precise, after all these years, Lin Hao was breaking Fang Mengzhu's virginity once more.

The thrill and fulfillment of having his first love made Lin Hao experience an unprecedented joy.

Thinking of this, Lin Hao suddenly slammed in hard again, driving the rod straight to the hilt, pressing against the deepest petals of his first love.

"Ah—"

Both cried out at once, voices filled with pleasure.

Truly worthy of being the famed "Nine-Curves Corridor"!

Lin Hao could feel that his first love's tight, hot, wet little passage was so winding he almost got lost inside; when he reached her deepest depth, a wave of suction wrapped fiercely around his rod, and the pleasure was almost unbearable.

Fang Mengzhu felt her lower body stuffed full by Lin Hao's Golden Cudgel, her empty and lonely heart now completely filled.

That swelling sensation threatened to burst her Fairy Cave apart, yet the fullness was so delicious she couldn't help but draw up her legs and hug them to herself.

"Mengzhu, does it feel good?" Lin Hao didn't move, but gazed tenderly at the beauty before him, softly asking.

"Mm… it feels good… I want more…" Fang Mengzhu blushed red with shame.

Lin Hao knew his beloved beauty hadn't been with another man in all these years, and was afraid of hurting her.

So he slowly drew out the big rod, then gently pressed it back in, so softly, letting the beauty gradually adjust to his girth, while searching for the perfect path along the Nine-Curves Corridor.

As his thrusts gradually quickened, the friction brought a sensation that replaced the itch inside her with an indescribable joy.

"Mm… mm-mm… ah ah ah… so good… I like it so much…"

Fang Mengzhu's eyes grew dreamy, her body slick with fragrant sweat, moaning wantonly.

He hadn't heard his first love's cries in ages; Lin Hao felt as though he'd returned to those high school days, instantly even more aroused and driven.

Pa-pa-pa…

With swift and violent thrusts, the spot where their bodies joined rang with lewd slapping sounds.

Fang Mengzhu felt the Golden Cudgel plunge deep inside, slamming into her tender petals, each shock sending sweet pleasure and tingling pain rushing to her womb's entrance.

Every pounding made her delicate body tremble, eyes involuntarily widened even further.

Especially those two big balls—they'd smack against her rosebud every time, leaving her dizzy and reeling, able only to twist her plump, round hips in eager response.

Squelch, squelch…

With the pounding, more and more silver nectar welled up from the beauty below, the wet, rhythmic sounds growing ever more pleasing to the ear.

Lin Hao hugged her slender waist, lifting her up so her soft body arched, welcoming his ferocious attacks.

Fang Mengzhu's creamy white legs twined around Lin Hao's waist, as if trying to control the force of his thrusts, lest he drive in too hard and tear her delicate cave apart.

But after years without Zuo Ai, the beauty was defenseless against Lin Hao's relentless pounding; after only a hundred vigorous thrusts, her tight passage convulsed again, juice spurted out like a faucet turned wide open.

"Ah… ah ah ah… it feels so good… I can't take it anymore… I'm cumming…"

The beauty cried out in ecstasy, reaching climax once again as hot liquid sprayed from her petals in furious torrents.

After all these years, Lin Hao once again tasted the rush of his first love's squirting, the searing sensation nearly melting his heart.

Now, pressing firmly against her deepest petals, Lin Hao felt a wave of heat surging inside, his whole body trembling, loosing a burst, firing it deep into her flower's heart.

Just that one shot landed precisely on Fang Mengzhu's most sensitive spot, instantly triggering another climax as fluids gushed forth again.

When Lin Hao felt the rush of that boiling nectar, he fired off another shot, once more striking her blossom's core.

"Ah ah ah ah… so good… so… so good… I'm flying… flying…"

After a few rounds, Fang Mengzhu kept moaning and crying out, like a woman driven mad by pleasure.

Lin Hao slowly pulled out the big rod, feeling the flood below, white juice slowly trickle from her round Fairy Cave, which gradually shrank into a narrow slit.

The sparse grass outside had been utterly soaked, transformed from neat strands into matted tufts, all smeared and glistening with crystal nectar.