The Invincible Son-in-law

But Lin Hao wasn't going hard—he kept a steady, slow rhythm, sliding in and out, in and out, again and again.

This repetitive motion gradually helped his ex-wife's rear entrance accommodate that thick, sturdy rod.

"Mmm... ah... ahh... mnnh ah..."

Su Muyun bit back the pain, moaning softly under her breath.

She felt that hard, burning rod plunging over and over into her guts, a feeling she couldn't quite describe spreading deep in her chest.

Even though this rod had pounded her Fairy Cave untold times, this time, sliding into her rosebud, it hit different—a whole other sensation.

"Hmm hmm... hmm... huh huh... huh huh huh..."

Lin Hao clenched his teeth, nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily, working away diligently.

The deeper his rod plunged into her rosebud, the tighter, more intense the pleasure got.

He'd put on a condom this time, so slipping in was a bit easier than before, but her rosebud was naturally so snug, Lin Hao still felt almost too tight.

Earlier, Lin Hao used plenty of lube before pushing in, but her guts were still tighter than her little slutty cave.

The squeezing from all sides and her intestine's own push, reacting to the foreign object, sent a wave of numbness through the tip of his rod—he could almost go off any second.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, Lin Hao worked his whole length in and out, and finally, with some effort, buried everything deep inside her rosebud hole.

Now Lin Hao took a deep breath and paused, letting Su Muyun catch up and adjust.

But just as he stopped, her little rosebud clenched hard, a whole new level of tightness crashing over him, blowing out his scalp, pleasure flooding up his spine from his shaft in relentless waves.

"Ahhh... so damn tight... babe... I'm all the way in... sank it all into your guts."

Before Lin Hao could finish, that rush went straight up his spine and exploded in his head.

"Ahh ahhh... hubby... you're so bad... actually playing with my asshole... ah—ugh... filthy, you're dirtying me... ah... mmm..."

Su Muyun's face glowed with happiness, feeling utterly owned by Lin Hao.

Meanwhile, Su Muchen was next to them, holding the bottle of lubricant, dripping more over where they were joined.

She watched her sister's expression, saw she'd gotten used to Lin Hao's thickness, and instantly remembered the extreme pleasure and climax of backdoor play.

"Baby, I'm gonna move now—hold on, you'll feel good soon!"

Lin Hao didn't hesitate anymore; both hands grabbed Su Muyun's asscheeks, his jaw clenched as he thrust forward, pumping in and out.

That Golden Cudgel slowly slid out from her stretched rosebud, Lin Hao's fat head prying out a ring of pink, tender gut flesh—slicked with lubricant, looking so delicate.

The slit beneath her rosebud seemed to be teased open too, drawn by the force of his thrusts, and her tight cave overflowed with glistening love-fluids, dripping honey.

Su Muchen saw how wild her sister got, reached down to tease that little clit, working Lin Hao's strokes to drive her desire even higher.

The rod rammed her rosebud with every pump, dragging soft rings of flesh on the way out and shoving them back in with every thrust.

Fresh lube kept his rod and her guts nice and slippery, making each stroke smoother and smoother.

Both holes got the pounding, but the rosebud was nothing like the tight cave below—a whole different universe inside.

Her guts squeezed even tighter, gripping his rod like a vise, straighter and clearer, not like the Fairy Cave with its rippling walls.

All in all, except for tight, it's still just tight—but this single advantage is enough to make every man in the world crave more and more.

After pumping in and out dozens of times, Lin Hao's scalp tingled from the squeezing of the intestine, the head of his cock shivering with numbness.

Those dozens of thrusts gradually let the intestine get used to the intruder—bit by bit, it relaxed, and the fleshy walls started rippling steadily.

Plus, with the lubricating liquid teasing inside, only now did Lin Hao realize the peak sensations beyond that sheer tightness.

"Damn! Baby, your little hole is so damn tight, too tight! I feel incredible! You're going to strangle me!"

Lin Hao's eyes flushed red, his teeth biting hard into the tip of his own tongue as his movements slowed down.

He was really starting to lose control, but he was tough enough, or he would've already been milked dry by that squeezing.

No matter how battle-hardened Lin Hao was, braving countless fields, he had to pause for a moment before continuing the assault.

Honestly, you couldn't blame Lin Hao—the asshole was just impossibly tight, even compared to the pussy.

Lin Hao forced himself to shake off the shivers and resumed thrusting in bold, swinging strokes.

After being pounded dozens more times, the agony on Su Muyun's face faded, replaced by a hint of delight.

Her cheeks flushed alluringly, eyes misting over with endless waves of lust, as if a blink would send those spring waters overflowing from her eyelids.

The pain had completely vanished after a dozen or so thrusts, and now as that thick rod pushed in and out, the ridged head scraped and teased the fleshy walls of her intestine.

Every entry and withdrawal tugged at the ring of soft flesh, giving her pleasure that felt wholly different from the sensations inside her pussy.

That pleasure was so sumptuous!

The hard cock was like a burning iron rod—each motion sent scalding heat through her body, like tossing her from freezing wastelands into a perpetual springtime embrace.

Jolts of electricity sparked through her nerves, leaving her breathless, gasping for fresh air, desperate to stay afloat.

Those shocks kept electrifying her intestines, her every cell, her soul, until finally she felt herself elevated to heaven.

"Ahhhhhh…so good…ahh…it's so weird…why does it feel so damn good…aahh…uhmm…mmm ah…"

Swamped in surges of pleasure, Su Muyun was transformed into a true housewife, her expression drowning in intoxication and shameless lust.

With Lin Hao's thrusts, her two soft, luscious peaks swung wildly in the wind, like a lantern battered by a storm.

Her delicate body twisted and writhed like a beautiful serpent, cooperating instinctively with Lin Hao's pumping.

Even when Lin Hao slowed his movements, she actively lifted her plump ass, pushing back to ride his cock.

Su Muchen below kept stimulating Su Muyun's clitoris, making it easier for her to enter that heated state.

Pleasure surged again and again from below—Su Muyun could no longer even distinguish the levels of sensation, only feeling total chaos all over.

Right now her mind was clouded with pure pleasure, that cool, sweet feeling—none of the pain from before remained.

In this moment, Lin Hao could barely recognize his ex-wife.

The two had made love so many times—Su Muyun's body always sensitive and delicate, reaching climax easily.

But never before had her desire soared so wildly, so insatiably needy.