I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 375: Chapter 375 The Jade Beauty Thinks I’m a Stalker, I Just Want My Deposit Back

Lin Feng pushed forward slowly, gently, savoring every inch as he buried his thick yang sword into the tight, wet depths of Su Muyao.

Her silky walls resisted at first, clenching greedily around his invading girth, but the abundant nectar coating her channel allowed him to sink deeper and deeper with a wet, obscene squelch.

Inch by thick inch, he claimed her completely until his heavy dragon balls pressed firmly against her ass and the swollen head of his spear kissed the entrance to her womb.

“Ahhhhh…” Su Muyao’s back arched sharply off the mattress, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat as she was once again filled to the brim by his massive hot iron.

Her hands flew up to clutch at his muscular arms, nails digging into his skin while her inner muscles fluttered and rippled wildly around him, adjusting to the unimaginable fullness.

“Ohhhh… Lin Feng… so deep… you’re splitting me apart… I’m going to break!” she whimpered breathlessly, her voice trembling with pleasure and surrender.

She wrapped her legs tightly on Lin Feng’s waist.

Lin Feng held himself still for a moment, letting her feel every throbbing vein, every inch of his fat length buried inside her secret cave, before he began to move slow, powerful strokes that promised to turn her into a moaning, squirting mess once more.

The bed began to rock violently beneath them.

Bang…

Bang…

Bang…

With every powerful thrust, the sturdy wooden frame slammed against the wall, the headboard knocking loudly in time with their movements.

The entire bed creaked and groaned under the intensity of their lovemaking, the mattress dipping and bouncing as Su Muyao’s moans grew louder and more uninhibited.

Bang…

Bang…

Bang…

It felt as if the whole house might be shaking along with them.

Su Muyao’s fingers dug into Lin Feng’s broad back, her nails leaving faint red marks as waves of pleasure crashed through her again and again.

Lin Feng’s pace quickened, deep and relentless, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

“Ahh… Lin Feng…” she cried out breathlessly, her voice thick with ecstasy.

Her body arched beneath him, trembling as the powerful climax began to build deep inside her.

The silencing formation glowed brighter for a moment, dutifully containing every moan, every cry, and every rhythmic bang of the bed against the wall.

Lin Feng drilled into Su Muyao with relentless, powerful thrusts, each one driving deeper than the last.

His hips slammed against hers with raw, primal force, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room alongside her endless, intoxicating moans.

“Ahhhhh…”

“Ohhhhh…”

“Ughhhh…”

Su Muyao’s sexy, melodic moans echoed through the chamber, growing louder and more desperate with every savage plunge of his thick yang spear into her tight, dripping pink flower.

Her voluptuous body trembled beneath him, her full bosom bouncing wildly with each impact, the pink tips hardened into stiff peaks.

Sweat glistened on her flawless skin as she arched her back, nails digging desperately into Lin Feng’s muscular shoulders.

He didn’t slow down for a single second.

Instead, he gripped her slender waist with both hands, pulling her hips up to meet his punishing rhythm.

The wet, obscene squelching sounds of her overflowing juices mixed with the rhythmic slapping of skin only fueled his lust further.

Su Muyao’s eyes rolled back, her beautiful face twisted in overwhelming pleasure as wave after wave crashed through her.

“Yes… it’s too deep inside me! ahhh! Lin Feng… you’re going to break me!” she cried out between moans, her voice hoarse and trembling.

Lin Feng’s eyes burned with fierce desire. He leaned down, capturing one of her bouncing huge erotic mountains in his mouth, sucking hard on her sensitive pink tip while his hips continued their merciless assault.

Su Muyao’s inner walls clenched and fluttered around his massive shaft, milking him greedily as her pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

Suddenly, her entire body tensed.

Her thighs quivered violently around his waist, and her tight pink flower squeezed his yang spear with incredible force, as if trying to fuse them together.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!”

Su Muyao screamed at the top of her lungs as her first climax exploded through her.

Her vision went white, her toes curled tightly, and her whole body convulsed in ecstasy.

Juices gushed out around his pistoning giant staff, soaking the sheets beneath them.

She thrashed wildly, her moans turning into a continuous, broken wail of pure bliss.

Boom!

The sturdy wooden bed finally gave way beneath the intensity of their passion, the frame cracking loudly as the mattress collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.

Splinters flew, but neither of them cared in the slightest.

Su Muyao’s legs locked around Lin Feng’s back even tighter, refusing to let him pull away even an inch.

Her spasming inner walls continued squeezing and rippling around his thick yang spear like a velvet vice, drawing him impossibly deeper as she rode out the endless waves of her orgasm.

“More… don’t stop… please… ahhhh!” she begged breathlessly, her voice raw and needy, her beautiful eyes glazed with overwhelming pleasure.

Lin Feng growled low in his throat, his own release building rapidly from the intense contractions of her body.

He gripped her hips harder, pounding into her broken-bed wreckage with even greater ferocity, determined to push her even higher before he filled her completely.

Around them, another bed lay shattered, yet another innocent casualty of how fiercely they cooked the rice together once more.

Outside the room, the world remained completely unaware of the fiery passion unfolding within.

And as time passed, their lovemaking grew even more intense, since Lin Feng no longer needed to hold back since Su Muyao was already a cultivator like him.

A normal mortal would not have heard anything, but cultivators like Ning Xi and Ye Jian could clearly pick up the muffled banging against the walls, each movement sending faint tremors through the entire mansion.

The cultivators outside exchanged glances, while the women in particular blushed and bit their lips.

None of them could have imagined that the composed and serious teacher Lin Feng could be so wild in private.