The Invincible Son-in-law

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Lin Hao once again felt the experience of being dragged from heaven to hell, and back from hell to heaven, making him struggle and wander amidst a world of ice and fire.

Isn't this precisely like everyone's life?

Whether it's going with the flow, observing the tigers from the mountain, or enduring the icy flames, it all seems to hint at the true meaning of life!

To reflect on the meaning of life here is indeed the grandest joke!

But Lin Hao really had such thoughts, reminiscing about the distinctly different life experiences between his two lives.

At this moment, Tingting had only one thought: to continuously stimulate Lin Hao and make him voluntarily surrender.

Thus, she spared no effort in devouring him, her techniques seeming to grow increasingly skilled, rotating once again.

Lin Hao felt his body growing hotter and hotter, and there was an inexplicable swelling sensation below, a desperate need for a release.

He was perfectly aware that, amidst this world of ice and fire, it was only a matter of time before he would surrender.

But as a man, how could he allow himself to release so quickly?

Thus, he had to suppress the urge to climax, to savor a few more rounds of the torment between ice and fire, proving himself to be a man among men.

Tingting spit out the icy water again, grabbed another piece of ice, slid it into her mouth, and resumed enveloping the burning rod.

Lin Hao struggled amidst the icy flames, his desire amplified limitlessly, his entire being teetering on the brink of numbness.

"Little darling, how many rounds of ice and fire can the guests here endure at most?"

Lin Hao felt his consciousness blurring, his curiosity piqued as he asked.

"Mmm... mmm... at... most... five... or... six... mmm... mmm..."

Tingting, her mouth occupied by the thick, rigid girth, was unable to speak properly, responding only through muffled moans.

What? Five or six rounds?

Then I must endure seven or eight rounds—better yet, make it an even number to claim the top spot.

Lin Hao resolved inwardly to persevere, his flaming rod pulsating with renewed vigor.

Tingting repeatedly spit out the ice-melting water, the number of ice pieces sliding into her mouth long lost to count.

Only now did she truly grasp Lin Hao's stamina, her lips nearing the brink of numbness, her jaw aching with exhaustion.

And yet this stubborn man was enduring it all, resisting the urge to release.

"Big brother, you're too much! I'm exhausted; please, just release already."

With that, Tingting popped another ice cube into her mouth, resuming her passionate embrace of the searing, throbbing rod.

"Alright, then I'll cum for you—but I want to shoot it into your sweet mouth."

Lin Hao, revitalized by the beauty's plea, brimmed with fiery enthusiasm.

"Mmm... mmm... you... can... cum... in... my... mouth... mmm... mmm..."

Tingting, her utterances garbled, reaffirmed eagerly, her lips and tongue renewing their assiduous assault.

After several more minutes passed, the ice had completely melted.

Lin Hao felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure reaching its peak, his rod twitching with an imminent urge to erupt, the critical threshold moments away.

"I'm going to cum… Ahhh… I'm going to cum…"

Lin Hao shouted aloud in ecstasy.