Control (Futa) - Chapter 17

17. The Real Thing

The two of them had been $\text{messing}$ $\text{around}$ in the room since the afternoon. Tang Mingling lay on her side on the bed, and Ji Xun was behind her, pulling her right leg apart, forcing her legs wide open.

The swollen $\text{penis}$ of the lower body $\text{plunged}$ in and out between her muddy, $\text{sore}$ thighs.

There was no clean spot on Tang Mingling’s body. $\text{Bodily}$ $\text{fluids}$ from Ji Xun stained her abdomen, $\text{chest}$, and the space between her thighs.

Her $\text{vagina}$ was completely filled with milky white $\text{fluid}$.

Every in-and-out movement by the enlarged $\text{penis}$ squeezed the $\text{fluid}$ out, which then spilled onto the sheets.

Her $\text{cunt}$ was $\text{fucked}$ into Ji Xun’s shape, trembling and unable to fully close in its exposed state.

They were like $\text{mad}$ people, $\text{having}$ $\text{sex}$ for the entire afternoon.

Tang Mingling was unable to think, knowing only that the other woman’s $\text{desire}$ and $\text{stamina}$ were an endless $\text{abyss}$. She had no choice but to try to tightly $\text{clench}$ the $\text{penis}$.

“Enough, enough… I’m really going to be $\text{broken}$…” Tang Mingling pleaded, her voice close to a $\text{whimper}$. The accumulated pleasure had become so much that it was turning into pain, unable to be released. She felt like she was going to be $\text{fucked}$ $\text{damaged}$.

Ji Xun vigorously $\text{massaged}$ her $\text{breasts}$ with her left hand, and her $\text{buttocks}$ were still $\text{thrusting}$ forcefully.

The $\text{penis}$ was completely $\text{swallowed}$ by the $\text{vagina}$, $\text{taken}$ in perfectly every time.

Each $\text{thrust}$ hit the $\text{womb}$ deep inside, rubbing it before pulling out. In a short time, another rush of heat $\text{gushed}$ onto her $\text{penis}$. She sped up, feeling $\text{blissful}$.

The other woman’s strong $\text{possessiveness}$ and emotions seemed to be transferred to Tang Mingling through the act of $\text{intercourse}$.

Ji Xun $\text{floated}$ and $\text{sank}$ with the near-$\text{destructive}$ $\text{desire}$, and was then $\text{soothed}$ with every $\text{thrust}$.

She was $\text{fucking}$ Tang Mingling, covering her with her own $\text{scent}$, like a $\text{beast}$ warning off outsiders, allowing no one else to $\text{violate}$ her.

“Mingling, $\text{ah}$… so good, you $\text{suck}$ so well. Clench a little tighter.” Ji Xun $\text{fucked}$ the woman in front of her with almost all her strength, as if trying to $\text{meld}$ herself into her body. She found that the $\text{vagina}$ $\text{clenched}$ the $\text{penis}$ as she commanded.

She $\text{moaned}$ with both pleasure and pain. “Mingling, Mingling… $\text{ah}$…” After dozens of final $\text{thrusts}$, she bit the other woman’s shoulder, $\text{bursting}$ through the deepest $\text{cervix}$ opening and $\text{ejaculating}$ into her $\text{womb}$.

Tang Mingling’s mouth slightly opened. For a moment, she forgot to breathe, as if drowning. She could only feel the temperature of the $\text{semen}$ $\text{shot}$ inside her. After a long while, her body went limp.

She lay on the bed, continuously $\text{inhaling}$. She was so exhausted she could barely lift a finger.

If she broke up with Ji Xun, she really didn’t know where she would find such a good $\text{sexual}$ $\text{partner}$ again. She felt like her life had become more $\text{peaceful}$ because of $\text{sex}$.

After $\text{ejaculating}$, Ji Xun didn’t pull out her $\text{penis}$. She curled up slightly in Tang Mingling’s arms. “Hug me.” She raised her face slightly, looking up at the woman above her. Her slightly red eyes made Tang Mingling’s heart soften, and she hugged her.

They embraced warmly and quietly for a while. Tang Mingling played with her hair and suddenly laughed. Ji Xun looked at her with a lazy, confused look.

“It’s strange… we’ve known each other for so long, since kindergarten, but never crossed paths.”

She $\text{pinched}$ the other woman’s well-maintained black hair.

“After you went abroad, I thought I was finally rid of your $\text{shadow}$. Then our lives went in increasingly different directions. You pursued advanced studies and worked abroad. I chose to get married and have a child. I never expected that after my marriage failed, I would hear people around me constantly mentioning how excellent you were abroad. Your excellent deeds relentlessly $\text{haunted}$ me. I even thought I never wanted to meet you again in the next life.”

“I never thought we’d $\text{get}$ $\text{together}$ now… going from $\text{sex}$ $\text{partners}$ to $\text{official}$ $\text{partners}$? I think I might be $\text{bound}$ to you for the rest of this life.” Tang Mingling stated calmly.

“If this is the outcome, why didn’t you let me… $\text{get}$ $\text{involved}$ with you sooner?”

“If I had $\text{slept}$ with you, $\text{had}$ $\text{sex}$ with you sooner, if things had been like this earlier. We would have had more time with each other.” Tang Mingling murmured.

Ji Xun suddenly hugged her tightly. “Mingling, look at me.”

Tang Mingling looked down, meeting Ji Xun’s gaze. She saw herself in her eyes, and the other woman in her own eyes. She reached out and $\text{caressed}$ Ji Xun’s cheek, leaning down to kiss her.

A kiss without $\text{lust}$. She simply wanted to kiss Ji Xun. She wanted to $\text{wipe}$ $\text{away}$ the tears that had unconsciously appeared in her eyes. She wanted to… $\text{comfort}$ the partner she had gained from a $\text{pretend}$ $\text{game}$ that had turned into the $\text{real}$ $\text{thing}$.