Immersed in this utterly debauched experience, Sister Bing reached the pinnacle of excitement.
She truly felt like she was about to go mad, to go beautifully insane.
The frequency with which her snowy buttocks quivered increased rapidly.
The fearsome giant within her delivered wave after wave of pleasure.
The physical and psychological stimuli were dual.
Sister Bing quickly ascended to the peak of orgasmic climax.
"Ah... mm... too intense... huff... can't take it... I'm losing it… ah... soaring..."
In her high-pitched screams, Sister Bing's flower path contracted violently.
Clinging tightly to Meng Ying, her body spasmed violently.
From within the land of tenderness, a mist of fluids sprayed forth.
Meng Ying's face pressed against Sister Bing's, her little mouth nibbling on Sister Bing's ear, coquettishly asked, "Sister, does it feel good?"
Sister Bing's eyes were glazed with desire as she gasped out, "Feels good... too good..."
After the climax.