The Invincible Son-in-law

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At the same time, her raised hips began thrusting wildly up and down, the sound of frenzied collisions echoing in sharp *papapapa* bursts.

If viewed from behind, one could clearly see her swollen, glistening lips resembling a small, eager mouth constantly engulfing and releasing the thick shaft.

The rapid thrusting sent waves of pleasure through Lin Hao, filling him with such intense sensations that his responsiveness became sluggish.

Her legs pressed firmly against the bed, hips rising and falling dynamically, hands cupping her breasts. From afar, she resembled a seasoned battlefield general, charging relentlessly within chaotic combat.

Lin Hao reached out to clasp the beauty's neck, his lips meeting hers in an ardent kiss. His abdomen tightened forcefully, aiming to harden his already rigid member to its utmost.

Nevertheless, as her movements grew increasingly fervent, the accumulated bliss surged uncontrollably. The head of his shaft tingled numbly, sensations igniting like flares.

But how could he release himself before the young maiden reached her peak? That notion was unthinkable!

Gritting his teeth, Lin Hao seized her generous mounds firmly in both hands, massaging and pinching with renewed energy and vigor.

After hundreds of vigorous thrusts, Tingting halted suddenly, her hips still seated atop Lin Hao's thighs, leaving the shaft embedded deeply inside. Instead of withdrawing, she intertwined her legs and executed a seamless in-place pivot.

Lin Hao felt his rigid member twisting within, scraping against her velvety, folded inner walls. The overwhelming stimulation made his head spin with ecstasy.

Tingting too experienced a vivid friction within her secret passage, waves of pleasure reverberating as her contracting tunnel surged with fiery intensity, releasing a stream of hot essence.

Lin Hao could only perceive the scorching liquid spraying out from her flower core, coating the crown of his shaft so thoroughly that its heat sparked uncontrollable moans of delight.

"It's so hot! Baby, did you just release again?"

"Just a little," she teased with a wicked smile. "Don't worry—I still want your big guy."

Having pivoted entirely, Tingting transitioned flawlessly into a classic reverse cowgirl position.

Her palms secured Lin Hao's muscular thighs as she tilted forward slightly. Her legs, now moving like agile oars, began their rhythmic thrusts anew.

Lin Hao's engorged shaft was forcefully compressed downward, subjected to relentless grinding and suction within her molten, fiery depths.

The combined strength of her tight lips clamping down on him and the friction generated from her powerful gyrating legs amplified his sensations exponentially, as though his very soul was being siphoned inch by agonizing inch.

In the midst of this peak pleasure, Lin Hao's gaze fixated on Tingting's arching back, but his eyes grew restless and unfocused.

Tingting's legs moved quicker and quicker, paddling with vigorous strokes like a rower in a race, her hips in constant motion forward and backward, driving the shaft mercilessly.

Indeed, Tingting was exceptionally skilled, her movements showcasing expertise—a technique born to unlock Lin Hao's deepest desires.

"Ungh… Amazing… So good… What's this move called?" Lin Hao groaned, his voice cracking under the aggressive strain.

"Big brother," Tingting responded proudly, "this move is called 'Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus.' Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Ugh… It's so good… Unbearably good… Mmm… Ah…"

Summoning all his strength, Lin Hao arched his body tightly, especially stiffening his legs to form firm supports beneath her relentless movements.

Clearly, Tingting noticed Lin Hao's change, giggling to herself as she imagined Lin Hao as her sturdy little boat, and herself the tireless sailor propelling forward with unyielding effort.

The reverse cowgirl position was considerably less taxing for women in terms of stamina, allowing Tingting to optimize her pacing without losing momentum.

Though beads of fragrant sweat cascaded down her glistening skin and sultry breaths escaped her lips, Tingting showed no signs of slowing down. On the contrary, she only increased her speed further.