The black latrine between the legs—Sow Gongsun Li

The night was as dark as ink. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious suite, the moonlight was half-hidden by clouds, leaving only a sliver of cold light slanting across the white sheets. The air was thick with the scents of musk, sweat, and a faint woody fragrance.

Gongsun Li knelt on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her knuckles white. Behind her, the black man was like a moving mountain, his dark skin gleaming in the dim light. His thick, long, almost cruelly engorged penis plunged completely into her body again and again, each withdrawal bringing forth glistening nectar, stretching into long, silvery strands, only to be utterly shattered in the next fierce thrust.

“…Ah…too, too deep…” Her voice was broken, the last syllable trembling, yet she still instinctively arched her back, like a female beast offering her vaginal opening.

The black man chuckled deeply, his hands gripping her slender waist, his fingertips digging into her soft flesh, before he thrust and pulled sharply. Gongsun Li screamed, her body lurching forward violently, her full breasts tracing heavy arcs in the air, hitting her arms before bouncing away. Her legs went weak, but the black man forcefully pried them apart, her knees almost touching the bed, her buttocks raised high, exposed to the repeated penetration of that massive, dark red penis.

"Please, please... slow down..." she cried, her voice soft as if she were pleading.

The Black man ignored her, pressing her even lower until her chest was almost against the sheets, then thrusting into her with a deeper, slower, and heavier rhythm, as if trying to nail her whole body into the mattress. Gongsun Li's fingertips creased the white cloth, her throat emitting broken gasps and sobs, mixed with the sounds of water and the muffled thuds of flesh colliding, all of which were exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

The climax came suddenly.

The black man growled, thrusting his hips forward with a sudden, powerful gushing of hot, thick semen, gushing in like a tidal wave and violently washing over her deepest depths. Gongsun Li's eyes instantly lost focus, her pupils rolling upwards, her tongue uncontrollably protruding from her lips, strands of semen twitching. Her entire body convulsed violently, as if pierced by an invisible electric current, her vaginal opening opening and closing greedily sucking at the still throbbing, massive penis, squeezing every drop deeper and deeper.

"...Go, go provoke...go provoke..."

She could no longer distinguish what she was saying; only broken syllables escaped from her throat, like a puppet whose soul had been ripped from its strings, yet her body still trembled uncontrollably. Whitish semen mixed with her juices overflowed from their point of union, meandering down her inner thighs and leaving ambiguous stains on the sheets.

The door opened silently.

Pei Qinhu stood at the door, his hand still on the doorknob, frozen in mid-air.

The light was dim, and he couldn't see the expression on Gongsun Li's face. He only saw her kneeling on the bed, her back to him, her body still convulsing slightly. The tall black man blocked most of the light, leaving only his still-partially withdrawn penis. As it slowly withdrew from her body, a large amount of white fluid slid down her trembling thighs.

Gongsun Li did not notice him.

She was still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, her eyes half-open, her gaze unfocused on the sheets, her lips moving slightly as she uttered broken words:

"...Don't...don't...don't provoke...ah..."

Her voice was soft and cloying, like a dream or a plea. Her waist was still arching back unconsciously, her vaginal opening opening and closing, squeezing out the remaining semen little by little, while her body twitched slightly due to its hypersensitivity, each spasm accompanied by a very soft, almost whimpering breath.

Pei Qinhu stood there, unable to utter a single word.

He saw her slender fingers still gripping the sheets tightly, her knuckles white from the force; he saw her sweat-drenched hair clinging to the back of her neck, trembling slightly; he saw her slightly swollen and red vulva contracting uncontrollably, squeezing out little by little a mixture of white and cloudy fluid, and trembling gently from the afterglow of her body.

Gongsun Li's breathing gradually calmed down, but she was still immersed in the afterglow of pleasure. She slowly buried her face in her arms, her voice as soft as a whisper, yet clearly repeating that meaningless phrase:

"...Go and provoke...go and provoke..."

It's like driving something away, or like trying to hold it back.

The black man chuckled softly, reaching out to pat her still-perky buttocks, the gesture casual yet possessive. Gongsun Li's body trembled in response, and another broken sob escaped her throat, but she didn't turn around to look.

Pei Qinhu's knuckles turned white from gripping the doorknob so tightly.

Gongsun Li remained kneeling on the bed, her body twitching slightly, repeatedly murmuring the meaningless phrase only she understood: "Go and provoke them."

She didn't notice that the door was still open.

She also failed to notice that someone was standing at the door, clearly seeing her at her most disheveled, most lewd, and most completely out of control state.

The night was still very deep.

And she, still in the afterglow of her climax, convulsed gently, again and again, like a mother beast that had completely fallen into depravity and had forgotten who she was.