The Country Beauty 1007, Main Text 1007 Black hole! Chapter 1007: Black Hole Feng Ying couldn’t say it—though even now, deep within her heart, she wanted to tell Lu Yun, she kept trying, pushing, pressing with all her strength. She was desperately trying to fill that vast, lonely space in her life, that empty, isolated cave she’d inhabited for so many years, with every ounce of energy she had. This was something only a woman who had endured long years of solitude could truly feel. If it were Liu Fengxi, she would have said it without hesitation—she’d not only say it, but call out, loudly, to make Lu Yun feel the full intensity of it. She’d want him to use that special, magical part of her—her beloved instrument—to press firmly against her delicate, tender mouth, to gently stroke and caress the soft flesh within. Feng Ying was utterly enchanted, even mesmerized—driven not by anything else, but simply by the sensation Lu Yun’s body had brought her, a feeling she had never experienced before. To call Feng Ying "enjoying" seemed to put Lu Yun in an awkward position. Yet wasn’t that precisely the point—the ultimate goal being that both of them felt completely at ease and What is the purpose of all this, isn't it to achieve that high balance between men and women? Since it's about balance, both parties must derive that joy—men and women, the stick and the hole, nothing extraordinary at all. The only difference lies in the fact that men often ride women, which gives men a sense of superiority. They then boast proudly, frequently recounting how they've ridden various women, without realizing that during the act, women often enjoy it even more than men—except for those who are eunuchs or have physical limitations. When such men attempt to ride women, they often end up humiliated. Feng Ying couldn't imagine what was happening now—there simply wasn't time for her to think anymore. All she could focus on was having Lu Yun's body thoroughly engaged in her mouth, and it was absolutely delightful. So comfortable was she that she had completely forgotten about her husband across the way. No, Feng Ying wasn't naturally that kind of woman. But once a woman's hidden sensibilities were revealed, no ordinary man could resist, and no ordinary person could truly grasp the profound sense of solitude that dissolved into pure release in an instant—how utterly uncontrollable it made one feel. Gradually, Feng Ying began to take the initiative. Whether or not Lu Yun still relied solely on the technique of rhythmic expansion and contraction, engaging his body in her body's well, Feng Ying now actively sought to respond, to adapt, to match every movement of his body as it moved within her mouth. This content is from Chapter 1007 of "Rural Beauty in Bloom." Because of Feng Ying's wildness, Lu Yun's attentions gradually became more and more unrestrained—as if what Lu Yun was doing now wasn't just about Feng Ying's little ball of pleasure in her mouth, but simply about pressing and thrusting against her well, relentlessly, with the two of them focused solely on that. Feng Ying didn't mind Lu Yun's attentions drying out her little ball of pleasure; her only request was that Lu Yun be wild, be forceful. No matter what happened afterward, Feng Ying's current only wish was for Lu Yun to go on relentlessly, until she no longer knew what male-female intimacy even meant. At first, Lu Yun had been cautious, testing his movements slowly, even as Feng Ying's emotions were fully stirred—this didn't stop him from gradually increasing the intensity of his actions. But Feng Ying's ever-louder cries, and her active body movements, turning to meet Lu Yun's attentions with her own mouth, finally convinced Lu Yun to let go of his earlier concern about possibly injuring her. This content is from Chapter 1007 of "Rural Beauty in Full Bloom." Roared loudly, the man's organ surged forward like a sea-jade dragon, unbroken, unhesitating—driven solely by the instinct of a man. Precisely because of this instinct, Lu Yun abandoned the Yin-Yang expansion and contraction technique, relying instead on pure masculine instinct. As the organ plunged into the woman's intimate opening, it struck, struck again, struck fiercely, relentlessly—until finally, the room echoed with the long-awaited crisp sounds of impact. Feng Ying sensed Lu Yun's intensity, perhaps even felt the direct dialogue between their bodies, the unmediated, forceful collisions—the sharp, rhythmic sounds confirming that Lu Yun had sounded the call to attack. Attack. Attack. Attack. Attack—unyielding, ceaseless, relentless. Attack had become Lu Yun's sole theme. His organ seemed to have transcended the realm of what a woman could perceive. The powerful abdomen struck directly against Feng Ying's hairy region, and the surging sweat poured forth, enhancing Lu Yun's imposing strength and vigor. Pain—Lu Yun's vigorous impacts brought a subtle ache to Feng Ying, though it was only felt above the area of her densely haired region. What truly disoriented Feng Ying, however, was that with every impact, Updated successfully!