Those strong, powerful hands kept grabbing the towering, full, plump peaks, kneading hard, twisting and shaping them into all sorts of forms.
"Ah… ah… slow down… ah… don't pinch… ah ooh… gentler… ah… don't dig in… you filthy bastard… ah…"
Xie Wenxin spit out Lin Hao's tongue, gasping out sweet moans from her juicy lips—waves of pleasure crashing over her.
"Sister Xin, you're so damn horny! Your cunt is dripping all over!"
Lin Hao's sleazy, wicked smile made the widow's face burn with shame. She ducked her head, not daring to meet Lin Hao's mocking, taunting gaze.
Yet hearing those filthy words made her body heat up even more, hunger bubbling up inside, craving the man's invasion.
That thick beast kept sliding in and out between her thighs. Even though it hadn't pushed into her needy hole yet, her channel felt twitchier than ever.
"Aaooo… don't… husband… slow down… ah… don't… softer…"
In her dizzy haze, Xie Wenxin actually believed it was her husband fucking her.
