Chapter 41.B: The Dance of the Performer (Minh)
Minh laughed happily, pushing Tung, who was still panting, to the side. “You’re weak, little brother. Let me show you.”
He didn’t give Ngan a second to rest. “That position is so rustic,” he said, grabbing Ngan’s hips and turning her over. “It has to be like this, so everyone can see it!”
He made her kneel, put her hands on the carpet, and stick her butt up.
A naked work of art appeared before the three of them. Ngan’s entire wasp waist and round, plump white ass were perfectly exposed. One side of her ass still bore the red imprint of Tung’s hand from the night before. Her pussy, swollen and wet from the round with Tung, was gently contracting. Right above it was a small, pretty, pink asshole.
Pop!
Minh swung his hand and gave a strong slap to the other buttock. “For balance!” he laughed loudly, happily watching the second handprint appear.
Then, he knelt down behind, inserted his long and slightly curved penis. His thrusts were not as forceful as Tung’s, but were very rhythmic, full of technique, deliberately creating wet, provocative “slurping” sounds.
But the stage is not only for him.
Tung, having regained his strength, crawled in front of Ngan. He was no longer gentle. He grabbed her hair, yanked it back, forcing her to look straight into his eyes while another man was thrusting from behind. Occasionally, he used his other hand to lightly slap her cheek, not painful, but humiliating.
“Look at you, bitch!” his voice was hoarse. “You’re getting fucked by another guy! You like it?”
Quan still kept his position. He knelt beside her, one hand reaching down, finding Ngan’s clit and continuing the stimulation, the other hand holding her hips, helping Minh get a better rhythm. His eyes were not on the action, but fixed on Ngan’s face, observing the mixture of pain, humiliation and extreme pleasure that was showing on it.
“How is it, Sister Nuoi?” Minh urged and laughed, his voice full of boasting. “Is my dick more ‘skilled’ than Tung’s? Listen to the sound of your pussy sucking my dick!”
“Crazy… you guys are all crazy…” Ngan moaned, her face held tightly by Tung, tears and saliva streaming down her face. “Ah… deeper… harder…”
“You’re good,” Tung said to Minh, his eyes still on Ngan. “Look at her ass bouncing up and down because you’re making it so hard.”
“This position is more effective in stimulating the G-spot,” Quan commented coldly. “Her pupils are dilated. She’s about to climax again.”
Quan’s words were like a command. Minh increased his speed, his thrusts becoming frantic and intense.
“Here! Here!” he shouted. “Let’s feed Nurse Sister some more!”
He pulled out abruptly. Immediately, Tung pressed Ngan’s head down hard on the carpet. Minh stood up a little straighter, grabbed his twitching penis, and shot. His semen spurted out in milky white streams, splashing all over Ngan’s wasp waist and trembling ass.
“You have to decorate the artwork!” he laughed, panting.
He stepped back. Ngan was still kneeling there, exhausted, her back and ass covered in semen.
Quan walked over. He looked at the work Minh had just created, then looked at Ngan, his voice calm.
“My turn.”