Yasin widened his eyes and looked at Vivian's plump and tender pussy with dry mouth. The pussy was very clean, with a faint fragrance and a hint of fishy smell.
From Yasin's position, he could clearly see the pink polyps in the pussy and a faint bulge in the bright moonlight. Under the moonlight, Vivian's pussy actually had a crystal beauty.
This was the cleanest and most beautiful honey hole Yasin had ever seen. It was like a work of art, natural and magnificent, making people want to taste it.
Lena's pussy was the best for sex. The powerful sucking feeling and wriggling force would make a man reach the supreme peak the moment the penis was inserted into the pussy. Vivian's pussy was a work of art that could be appreciated and played with.
It even gave people a sacred feeling—that it could only be viewed from a distance and not be touched.
It would be a waste if such a vagina was only used for fucking.
Such works of art should be played with and teased to make them more interesting.
Vivian's vagina was very clean and had no pubic hair. Only above the vagina, there was a patch of black pubic hair in the shape of an inverted triangle. The pubic hair was very short and dense, like a piece of work of art, full of unique beauty.
Vivian's lower abdomen was flat and smooth. Above it, a pair of large, plump, round breasts were shaking. The two pink grapes were covered with Yasin's saliva, emitting a crystal luster under the moonlight.
Through the cleavage, Yasin saw Vivian's conflicted and painful expression.
Vivian struggled slightly and seemed to be trying to please herself.
Even at this time, Vivian still didn't open her eyes, but her rapid breathing and stiff body proved that she was not only awake but also very clear-headed.
"Vivian... don't be afraid... I won't force you. If you don't mind, I'll just rub my cock against your pussy. I promise, I won't insert it without your permission, okay?"
Yasin sensed Vivian's resistance and spoke in a persuasive manner.
"Yasin... please... don't go in... we... we can't do that... you make me feel... so ashamed..." Vivian begged hesitantly.
"You must promise not to go in! Please, just rub it gently a few times. I feel so ashamed! I don't know why, but I feel guilty!"
Before Vivian could finish her words, Yasin had already taken off his pants and taken out his cock, which had been horny for a long time.
Yasin's penis was bulging with blue veins and was swollen red. The glans looked as big as an egg due to congestion. The whole penis looked extremely hideous.
Feeling Yasin's hot cock bouncing against the base of her thighs, Vivian trembled nervously all over, and her beautiful vagina spasmed again.
"Yasin~~~ I~~~ I'm so scared!~~~ I really can't do it!~~~~ I really feel so uncomfortable!~~~"
Vivian covered her vagina with her hands in fear, twisting her hot body, looking extremely conflicted and uncomfortable.
Not only Vivian felt guilty, Yasin also felt a little guilty.
After all, Vivian was his mother in the second world, and having sex with his mother was incest...
This was a little hard to accept for Yasin, who had received Chinese-style moral education.
Although he knew that he and Vivian had no blood relationship, Yasin was always troubled by a sense of guilt, which made him dare not really put his penis into Vivian's tender vagina.
This was a layer of moral and ethical constraints that troubled two people who were full of passion and enthusiasm.
If it weren't for this restraint, the two of them would have been unable to bear the hunger of their bodies and would have started having sex fiercely.
"Vivian, don't be afraid... I'm coming..."
Yasin gently kissed Vivian's slender and tender legs, gently patted Vivian's round buttocks with one hand, and held his hard cock with the other hand. He moved gently and slowly toward Vivian's crystal-clear vagina, which was desperately opening and closing, leaking honey.
Yasin's movements were gentle and slow.
The moment the hot glans touched Vivian's vagina, a wet and slippery feeling accompanied by a faint sucking sensation quickly wrapped around Yasin's glans. Vivian's vagina was not only wet but also became hot.
"Hmm!~~~" Vivian let out a trembling moan, the sound so gentle to the core that just listening to it made Yasin feel dry-mouthed and thirsty.
Yasin held his cock and rubbed it gently between Vivian's labia, occasionally pressing it against Vivian's nipples.
Every time Yasin's glans pressed against Vivian's nipples, Vivian would spray out a trace of love fluid, making Yasin's cock extremely wet and slippery. Yasin could feel that Vivian's vagina was spasming due to desire and stimulation.
The overflowing love juice made Vivian's vagina slick with lubricating fluid. Coupled with the constant, rhythmic contractions of her walls, Yasin's glans began sliding deeper into her uncontrollably.
Yasin struggled to maintain control, resisting the urge to thrust fully inside. Even this teasing friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.
His glans felt as though it were submerged in a warm, velvety ocean—tightly enveloped, gently massaged, and exquisitely stimulated by the subtle friction between their urethras.
The sensation was far more intoxicating than anything he had experienced with women in his past life.
After indulging in goddesses like Lena and Vivian, Yasin couldn't help but reflect on the mediocrity of his former partners. Compared to these two, they paled into insignificance.
Had he not tasted the sublime pleasures of these two peerless beauties in the apocalypse, he might never have known what true allure was.
Now, having savored them, Yasin doubted he could ever settle for ordinary women again. It was like comparing a celestial fairy to a peasant girl—once he had known the divine, how could he ever return to the mundane?
The dreamlike ecstasy consumed him, and Yasin feared waking from it. Just this teasing contact was enough to push him to the edge.
The friction between his glans and her labia made his scrotum tighten, threatening to push him over the brink.
But Vivian's dripping wetness betrayed her own arousal, and before Yasin realized it, his entire glans had been swallowed by her tight, pulsing depths. The sensation was overwhelming—like sinking into a hot, silken sponge, the pleasure nearly impossible to resist.
As her walls clenched and fluttered around him, Yasin's cock began sliding deeper on its own.
"Ah! Hmm! It feels too good! I can't take it!" Vivian's body trembled, her moans soft but desperate.
The sensation of being filled by his thick, throbbing length sent her spiraling into euphoria.
"Hiss! I—I can't hold back!" Suddenly, Vivian arched, her climax crashing over her in a wave of shame and ecstasy.
With a sharp cry, a flood of her juices gushed onto Yasin's cock. Her inner walls convulsed, rapidly clenching and releasing, the soft ridges inside massaging him with relentless hunger.
The pleasure was unlike anything Yasin had ever felt.
Vivian had climaxed just from this shallow grinding.
The orgasm seemed to restore some of her rationality.
"Yasin! No! You—you'll go too deep!" With a whimper, she arched back slightly, tightening her thighs and using the leverage to push his cock out of her dripping entrance.
"Yasin… I'm sorry… I—I really can't… I'm too scared… This feeling… it's so shameful…" Vivian finally opened her eyes, her gaze pleading and guilty.
Her flushed face, trembling body, and the glistening evidence of her arousal made it clear she had just peaked. But now, with her senses returning, Yasin knew pushing further might disgust her.
Yet…
His cock throbbed angrily, swollen and desperate. To stop now, with such a beauty spread beneath him, was pure torment.
"Yasin… Let me help you instead…"
Understanding his agony, Vivian reached out with delicate fingers, wrapping them around his burning length. Then, with a seductive lick of her lips, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
The warm, wet embrace of her lips and tongue sent another jolt of pleasure through Yasin. She sucked gently, her tongue tracing the sensitive ridge of his urethra before swirling around the swollen head.
Her left hand stroked what she couldn't take into her mouth, while her right teased his scrotum and circled his entrance with expert pressure.
Every movement was calculated to wring every drop of pleasure from him without crossing into discomfort.
"Mmm… Yasin… Does this feel good?"
Kneeling before him, Vivian bobbed her head, her lips sliding up and down his shaft as she gazed up at him with adoration.
Yasin groaned softly in response, looking down at the breathtaking sight of Vivian Sinclair—once the world's most coveted supermodel—now naked, on her knees, servicing him with worshipful devotion.
Her lust-glazed eyes, plush lips stretched around his cock, and the hypnotic sway of her full breasts as she worked—it was a vision of submission.
This was Vivian Sinclair. A woman once hailed as the second most beautiful in the world. And here she was, debasing herself for him like a devoted maid.
The sheer conquest of it, mingled with a taboo thrill, sent Yasin's entire body trembling.