The Invincible Son-in-law

After yet another exhilarating climax, the two collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.

Lin Hao, having just unleashed a torrent of passion, was drenched in sweat. Yet his rod of desire showed no signs of yielding, standing proud and resolute.

Fang Mengzhu curled up obediently against his chest, her delicate, jade-like fingers exploring the firm planes of his chest, teasing and toying with the hardened peaks there.

"Hubby, you're amazing! I like you so much!"

Fang Mengzhu's words carried a playful affection as she nestled herself closer, her tone a mix of shyness and coquettish allure.

"Hahaha… You're calling me hubby—does that mean you want to marry me?"

Lin Hao teased, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Of course I want to marry you," she replied softly, her eyes shimmering with sincerity. "But you're in the prime of building your career. I don't want to hold you back."

Understanding and kindness radiated from her words as they hung in the air. Her gentle tone made Lin Hao feel a deep warmth blooming in his chest.

"Wifey, you are truly the best!"

Overcome with gratitude and affection, Lin Hao leaned in and planted a tender kiss on her lips.

"Hubby, if I get pregnant, I'll have your baby," Fang Mengzhu said, her voice breezy yet firm.

There was a certain conviction in her words—a sentiment of love so profound that it resonated in the air.

A woman who's willing to have your child must truly be in love with you.

Lin Hao felt a strong wave of emotion from her declaration. He had to confirm what he heard. "Do you really want a baby?"

"Of course," she nodded with determination. "That way, even when you're not around, I'll still have our child by my side."

Fang Mengzhu's gaze never wavered, a depth of sincerity imbuing her every word. She was a strikingly beautiful CEO, one who lacked for nothing material in life. The mere thought of secretly bearing his child seemed insignificant to her, compared to the love she felt.

Moreover, Lin Hao's features and charisma were unparalleled; combined with her own beauty, their child would unquestionably boast exceptional genes.

Women often think of such things when choosing a partner, and Lin Hao was, without a doubt, a perfect candidate—like a prime seed waiting for the ideal soil to grow. If planted with care, their child would undoubtedly be a breathtakingly handsome boy or an exquisitely beautiful girl.

"Alright then," Lin Hao said, his smile turning mischievous. "Let's go again."

His hand stretched forward, caressing the twin peaks of her soft, generous bosom, earning a sweet gasp from her.

"You've already worn yourself out just now. Let me do the work this time!"

With determination gleaming in her eyes, Fang Mengzhu rolled over, taking charge as she pinned him beneath her. Her lips descended, capturing his in a deep, sensual kiss, initiating the fiery prelude to another round of their intimate combat.

She moved like a playful kitten, her gentle weight resting atop Lin Hao's chest. The tip of her deft, lily-like tongue flickered out, teasing the sensitive skin of his nipples while her fingers continued their mischievous fondling, seeking pleasure with a deliberate artistry.

Lin Hao, still basking in the afterglow of their previous passion, was grateful for this moment to catch his breath. Leaning back with his head cushioned by a plush pillow, he simply laid there and admired the enchanting woman before him. Her delicate ministrations and the warmth of her lips against his skin sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fresh surge of desire.

Fang Mengzhu swept her silken hair to one side with a graceful motion, revealing her flawless, porcelain half-profile. She pressed her cheek against his chest, nuzzling affectionately, and her nimble tongue continued its provocative journey across his firm chest, tracing a trail of fire across his flesh.

A delicious tingling sensation radiated through Lin Hao as he ran his fingers through her lustrous, cascading hair, his gaze smoldering with unspoken passion. His eyes devoured the sight before him—the eroticism of her movements, the way her body glided seamlessly with him, and even the way her snow-peaked mounds pressed enticingly against his chest.

Fang Mengzhu's flawless, supple assets were a sight to behold. Even with gravity pulling them downward, they defied expectation, maintaining a firm yet inviting allure, their fullness ever enticing.

With the tantalizing caress of her tongue, her soft, full breasts swayed gently, hypnotically, with every motion—like ripe coconuts swaying temptingly on a tree, ready for the plucking.

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