Chapter 672 The Jade Soap Slips Then A Dangerous Slippery Slope in the Bathhouse

Chapter 672: Chapter 672 The Jade Soap Slips Then A Dangerous Slippery Slope in the Bathhouse

The unfinished thought left Rong Xian frozen in place, arms still wrapped tightly around Lin Feng’s waist, heart pounding hard against his chest.

She remained stunned for a long moment, her newly healed eyes wide, her breath shallow.

The thick, rigid shape pressing against her lower stomach was impossible to ignore.

Heat flooded her cheeks. Her pulse thundered in her ears.

For several heartbeats she could only stand there, clinging to him, trying to process the sudden, intimate reality of what she was feeling.

Then fragmented memories began to surface.

In the past, when she had still been blind, her heart’s eye had occasionally caught the crude whispers of men who gathered to watch her paint.

They never realized she could hear the filthy thoughts that leaked from their minds.

"Miss Rong Xian is so beautiful..."

"If I could get her to suck my cock just once, I’d have lived a complete life!"

"Look at those bosoms... so full and heavy. I’d love to bury my face between them, fuck them, and spill my seed all over those soft mounds..."

The lewd fantasies had always disgusted her.

She had disdained such vulgar men and their base desires, turning her focus back to cultivation and her quiet art.

Yet now, pressed tightly against Lin Feng’s powerful body and feeling the unmistakable hardness of his reaction, those same crude images rose again... unbidden, vivid, and no longer quite so repulsive.

This time, she realized something new.

Those men’s filthy daydreams... she could use them.

"Let me help you with that, Master."

Rong Xian’s voice was soft but steady as she made her decision.

She would no longer wait passively.

If she wished to nurture her relationship with Lin Feng into something deeper than master and disciple, she had to act.

Without further hesitation she sank gracefully to one knee in front of him, the soft fabric of her robes pooling around her.

From his higher vantage point, Lin Feng had a clear, unobstructed view of her full, snowy white bosom.

Rong Xian could easily feed a dozen babies if not more!

The soft mounds rose and fell with each slightly uneven breath, the deep valley between them shadowed and inviting.

Yet his attention did not linger there for long. Rong Xian’s hands were already moving.

She reached up and tugged at his robes with surprising urgency, fingers working the fabric open until the thick, heavy length of his cock finally sprang free.

The moment it came into view her newly healed eyes widened in pure shock.

How is it so big...?

The thought flashed through her mind like a struck gong.

It was long, thick, and heavily veined and far larger than anything her inexperienced imagination had ever prepared her for.

The broad head was already slightly flushed, a faint sheen of moisture gathering at the tip.

When she tentatively wrapped one soft hand around the shaft, her slender fingers could not even close all the way around its impressive girth.

The heat of it seared her palm. The weight of it was startling.

Still, she did not linger in hesitation.

Recalling the crude fantasies those men had once whispered about her and the filthy things they had so desperately wanted her to do... she forced herself to begin.

One delicate hand started stroking slowly up and down the thick body of Lin Feng’s cock, feeling every ridge and vein beneath her fingertips.

Her touch was clumsy at first, uncertain, yet she kept going.

Then she leaned forward, parted her lips, and pressed a soft, tentative kiss directly against the broad tip.

"Rong Xian, you don’t have to do... oh..."

Lin Feng tried to speak, but the words died in his throat the moment she doubled her efforts.

Her free hand slipped lower and cupped the heavy weight of his balls, gently massaging the twin orbs with soft, careful fingers.

They were huge and heavy. Everything about Lin Feng was above average.

The contrast between her delicate touch and the thick, rigid cock rising above her hand made the sensation even sharper.

She did not remain idle or monotonous.

After sucking firmly on the broad cock head and tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge... she worked her way slowly down the thick shaft, lips and tongue gliding along every prominent vein.

Warm saliva trailed behind her mouth.

Then she dipped lower still, taking first one heavy ball and then the other into her warm mouth, sucking gently while her hand continued stroking the rigid length above in long, steady pumps.

The crude imaginations of those men she had once overheard proved surprisingly rich and detailed.

Now Lin Feng was harvesting every reward from them and he did not complain in the slightest.

How could he, with such a subservient and beautiful woman kneeling before him, trying her hardest to please him with nothing but pure, inexperienced sincerity?

"I’m such a lucky man." That was Lin Feng’s only coherent thought a full minute later when the pressure at the base of his cock finally became unbearable.

His climax crashed over him in a powerful, unrestrained wave.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

Thick, milky white ropes of yang essence erupted from the tip of his cock in successive, heavy jets.

The first landed squarely across Rong Xian’s forehead and closed eyes.

The second painted her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

The third and fourth struck her parted lips and chin, forcing her to flinch slightly from the sheer force and volume.

She had been caught completely by surprise and simply did not know what to do.

Instead of pulling away, she stayed exactly where she was and took the entire shower across her face and upper body.

The volume was enormous and far more than any ordinary man could produce.

Hot cum continued to pulse out in long, thick strands, spilling down her neck, soaking into the front of her pure white dress, and clinging to the soft curves of her full breasts.

It was simply a magnificent picture to behold!