The Invincible Son-in-law

Luo Yimei just felt waves of electricity surging up from her secret passage below, the depths of her little hole both itching and numb, her body turning soft as an indescribable pleasure washed over her like rolling waves.

Lin Hao had made love to her countless times; the two were intimately familiar with each other's bodies, and he naturally knew just how sensitive Luo Yimei was, exactly how to touch her trigger points.

Right now, his tongue and mouth were completely enveloping her hidden entrance, the tip of his tongue mimicking that thick staff as it started to drill into her little hole.

Of course, his tongue couldn't actually get inside— it was far too short, so there was just no way it could go in.

But even just the sensation of that digging made the beautiful girl's scalp tingle with pleasure, her hips twisting and writhing uncontrollably.

Lin Hao's mouth moved faster and faster, his rough, thick tongue like a giant drill, relentlessly burrowing inward, wanting to plunge deep into her little hole.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over Luo Yimei like a tsunami, her delicate body twisting and writhing, thick, sticky nectar seeping out again and again like an endless hot spring that never runs dry.

"Ahh... Don't dig anymore... ahwu... brother-in-law... you're so bad... it's so itchy... wuwuwu... suck... suck suck..."

Luo Yimei moaned shamelessly, sucking greedily on that thick staff, her stroking speeding up.

Lin Hao kept curling up his tongue, drilling into her like probing a mine, while licking those soft, lush cherry lips as if savoring thin slices of boiled meat.

He even took her big cherry lips into his mouth, sucking and pulling at them, stretching the two glossy petals out long and thin.

A beauty like Luo Yimei could hardly withstand Lin Hao's teasing— her lower parts itch and throb with lust, aching for something to fill her up and soothe that fever.

But she wouldn't give in so easily, her little hands kept stroking the thick staff, her tongue sucking and tapping incessantly at the Ma Yan of the staff's head.

Lin Hao was fired up by her—the iron-hard staff burned hot, clearly desperate for somewhere to unleash its heat.

Suddenly, Luo Yimei's secret channel clenched tight, a gush of thick honeyed nectar surged deep from inside her, flooding out like a dam bursting, unstoppable and wild.

"Puchi... puchi... puchi..."

Sticky sweet nectar spurted out from the mouth of her wonderful Fairy Cave, making soft wet noises—all of it spraying right into Lin Hao's mouth.

Lin Hao happily swallowed whatever came, his tongue sweeping all the flowing Silver Essence, savoring the faint girlish fragrance mixed with a sweet trace of musk.

But he didn't stop—his tongue kept rotating, scraping the tender flesh inside, occasionally taking a big sucking gulp.

"Ao ao ao... I can't take it anymore... brother-in-law... I can't... I can't stand it... ah... I'm coming..."

Luo Yimei pleaded through sobbing moans, her black hair swinging wildly.

She had been sucking the staff, but as climax struck she couldn't endure it, and let that Golden Cudgel slip from her mouth.

But her little hand sped up, obviously hoping to bring Lin Hao to the peak of pleasure right alongside her.

"Xiaomei, you're so wet! You're going to drown me!"

Lin Hao teased her with a wicked grin.

"Brother-in-law... you're so bad... I'm about to... be ruined by you... huff huff huff..."

Luo Yimei was panting, shy through and through.

"So, what do you think? Do you want your brother-in-law to fuck you now?"

Lin Hao laughed as he asked.

"Yes... I want you..."

Luo Yimei was bursting with excitement, rolling over and climbing right on top of him.

This time, she lay back on the pillow, and Lin Hao climbed up, spreading her long legs apart.

Her little slutty hole, just coming down from that wild climax, was now drenched and messy, those big cherry lips glistening wet, like beef boiled in water.

Lin Hao gripped his massive rod and slid up to her, using the egg-sized tip to pry open those juicy lips, starting to glide up and down.

After her climax, Xiaomei's secret tunnel still poured with sweet nectar, perfectly wetting that thick shaft.

Staring at beautiful Luo Yimei, Lin Hao couldn't help but recall the first time he popped her cherry, and a wild, unspeakable thrill surged inside him.

He thrust his hips forward, hard and sudden, and with a slick slurp, his thick rod pried open that tight secret passage, plunging deep into the young beauty's hidden depths.

Ah—

Luo Yimei arched her neck high, exposing her snowy-white throat, and let out a blissful cry.

In that moment, she felt his thick rod fill the emptiness and loneliness inside her, leaving her utterly, satisfyingly full.

Actually, Xiaomei had fucked Lin Hao plenty of times before, even played a threesome, but lately, Lin Hao had been showering her with less attention.

Xiaomei always figured Lin Hao was busy with work, so she never dared to bother him.

She'd been suppressing her own desires all this time, but now, finally, she could let them all burst free.

Lin Hao had barely slipped inside her when waves of pleasure crashed down, soothing the itch deep in her secret tunnel.

Xiaomei's tunnel was still just as tight, the intense sensation shooting through Lin Hao's body, making him moan out long and loud.

"Hisss… so tight! So fucking good!"

Lin Hao slammed his hips forward again, this time hitting as deep as possible, striking Xiaomei's flower core.

"Ah… slow down… brother-in-law… you're hitting my deepest spot… ah… it hurts… oww… not so hard… not so hard…"

Xiaomei begged over and over, her delicate body twisting, as if truly overwhelmed by the force.

No denying it—Lin Hao's cock was too big and long, Xiaomei's tunnel too short and neglected for so long, and now it squeezed impossibly tight.

As soon as Lin Hao shoved inside, his rod was gripped ruthlessly by the fleshy walls, like they'd never let him deeper.

When he forced his way to the deepest point, those muscle walls tightened even more, contracting and writhing, as if they wanted to devour his thick rod alive.

Lin Hao eased back a little, and started quick, shallow thrusts, stroking and slipping—giving Xiaomei time and space to adjust to him.

With every stroke, waves of pleasure rolled over Luo Yimei, and, excited and eager, she lifted her legs and clamped them around Lin Hao's waist.

Like this, Lin Hao could pound even deeper, and their bodies below could press together even more tightly.

Her luscious form kept writhing and twisting, her movements matching Lin Hao's thrusts, wanting to give him a perfect moment.

Lin Hao wasn't about to back down, driving harder and faster, rough and relentless, shaft ramming all the way, flesh slapping flesh.

"Ah, ah… brother-in-law… so good… you're hitting… my flower core… oww… gentle… ah… harder…"

Luo Yimei felt her mind knocked dizzy with every thrust, only able to rely on instinct to keep matching Lin Hao's rhythm.

She didn't even know whether she wanted Lin Hao to go "gentler" or "harder" now.

If he goes gentler, her flower core doesn't ache as much. If he doesn't go harder, it's not nearly as thrilling or satisfying.