Being taken by him right in front of her mother seemed to unlock a dormant, primal depravity within Yang Cancan.
She wrapped her legs tightly around her cousin's waist, arching her back to thrust her petite, soaking-wet slit forward, making it even tighter and more accessible.
Her hands clawed at Wang Yue's back, her body writhing and her heavy white backside swaying with desperate abandon.
She held him with a crushing grip, her hips bucking to meet every lunge, dragging his massive member deep into her core until her cervix seemed to swallow the head whole.
Every time his crown ground against her womb, she let out a frantic, struggling gasp, her fingers digging deeper into his skin.
With every friction-filled rub against her tender internal walls, her body jolted. Each spasm triggered a violent clench of her passage, until a surge of scalding nectar erupted against Wang Yue's tip. Her cervix acted like a second mouth, sucking and pulsing around his intrusion.
