The Invincible Son-in-law

"Aaaooh… so good… aahhh… I can't take it… ahh… climax… mm… ahh…"

Endless waves of pleasure gradually engulfed Fang Mengzhu's mind, her moans turning wild and captivating.

Her eyes were half-closed now, the scene in her gaze seemingly shattering into fragments, her face flushed with a shy blush due to excitement.

Lin Hao looked at her, tempted to bite her cheek deeply, to kiss her fiercely.

Their point of collision, too intense, sent silver essence splattering, filling the room with an indulgent atmosphere.

Lin Hao glanced down at his sturdy rod, noticing tender red flesh drawn out with each withdrawal.

As he thrust again, he forcefully pushed the soft meat back inside.

The tender cherry lips opened and closed like a little mouth sucking water, persistently drawing in his rod, seemingly eager to drain him dry.

Lin Hao gazed again at the tempting first love, his body flooded with passion and affection, unable to stop himself from kissing her lush lips.

"Mmm… mmm… mmm… ahh… mm… mm…"

The beauty responded fervently, her earlier moans deepening, increasingly alluring.

Their tongues tangled, intertwining within the mouth, releasing sweet sucking and slurping sounds.

In that moment, Lin Hao felt his rod waging relentless battle inside the beautiful woman, as if only this fierce thrust could prove he entirely possessed this woman.

The rod plunged the deepest each time, retracting to leave just the tip outside, before thrusting fiercely again, wrapped entirely in the narrow secret way, the sensation too exquisite.

Their passionate kiss remained moist and inseparable, sparkling saliva forming crystalline lines between their lips and tongues.

Under Lin Hao's ferocious thrusts, the woman's secret way achieved climax again, her flesh walls contracting and squirming, nearly clamping him off.

"Aaaooh… so comfortable… I can't take it… aah… climax approaching… ahh… mm…"

The beauty succumbed to repeated climaxes, unabashedly unleashing her silver essence.

Each wave of scalding heat nearly made Lin Hao cry out.

Yet, he evidently planned not to surrender, gripping the woman's leg pit, hoping to directly lift Fang Mengzhu.

Fang Mengzhu didn't understand, hurriedly wrapped her hands around Lin Hao's neck, clamping her legs around his waist.

Originally, Lin Hao was in a half-squat position, now holding her two plump buttocks, his abdomen tightly pressed against her mound, his rod remained within her body.

Then his waist and legs exerted force, lifting her to stand, actually walking and thrusting simultaneously, colliding as he moved.

With each step, the rod hit the woman's secret way once, and due to her weight pressing down, each strike landed on the flower core.

Such novel sensation of walking and thrusting excited Fang Mengzhu immensely, her cries growing louder, increasingly joyous.

Fang Mengzhu only felt like a little cat, held by the master, experiencing a whirlwind.

Coming to senses, she found herself held with legs wrapped around Lin Hao, experiencing rhythmic thrusts into her most delightful Peach Blossom Cave.

Her soft peaks pressed tightly against the man's chest, resembling a woman cuddled intimately.

Yet, her secret way still housed the rod as hard as iron, rising and falling with the man's steps, her delicate body tossed up and down, the rod seizing the chance to thrust within her secret path.

"Husband… you're so naughty… actually playing like this… mm… gentler… hitting the flower core… aaoh…"

Fang Mengzhu felt immense shyness, tightly grasping Lin Hao, fearing she'd fall.

"Wife, does it feel good?"

Lin Hao grinned mischievously.

"Mm… it feels good… so good… ahh… you strike so comfortably… ahh… such novel sensation… mhmm…"

Fang Mengzhu's voice matched his steps, pausing intermittently, her face flushed red as if about to bleed.

This posture made the secret way and rod connect more tightly, each collision more profound, reaching the deepest flower core.

Lin Hao moved around the room holding her, outsiders might think Fang Mengzhu actively raised her rump, voluntarily colliding with the rod.

Every step brought pleasure!

Every ten steps brought climax!

Lin Hao casually walked a few rounds, roughly thirty-four steps, the beauty seemingly felt another climax approaching.

"Aahhh… husband… I can't bear it… aaoh… how… is… this… happening again… ahh… mm…"

Fang Mengzhu continued her lustful cries, drenched in fragrant sweat, panting lightly, as if her body blood boiled again.

Lin Hao held the beauty, now also breathing deeply, his whole body drenched in sweat, as though pulled from water.

However, to hasten her climb towards the peak of pleasure, he lifted her ample buttocks, accelerating the thrusting speed.

In this posture, his hands tossed her, allowing her little mischievous cave to actively devour his rod, achieving deeper thrusts, showcasing his incredible prowess.

Yet this posture, only a strong man like him could manage.

Most men holding Fang Mengzhu's hundred-pound body would soon be breathless, drenched in sweat, unable to continue past a minute.

But Lin Hao's robust body bore her hundred-pound weight effortlessly, managing such intense thrusting.

"Aaahh…"

Following a string of passionate cries, the beauty's voice ceased abruptly, her delicate body taut, arms hugging Lin Hao tightly.

"Husband! Shoot me… I want… you to shoot me… ahh… huff huff…"

Fang Mengzhu pleaded coquettishly in Lin Hao's ear.

Lin Hao knew she enjoyed his explosive climax sensation, suddenly accelerating again, intensely hitting her flower core, each burst firing at the tender target.

"Aaahh… I'm dying… ahh… it's burning me… aaooh… ooh… aaaooh…"

Engulfed by ecstatic climaxes Fang Mengzhu felt like she'd die, experiences transcendental pleasure, yet unable to stop.

Each shot brought Lin Hao indescribable pleasure, even feeling the sprayed bullets striking her tender floral pollen.

Most importantly, every shot made the rod tremble once, pounding against the flower petals, making the beauty's delicate body tremble in delight.

Imagine, how could such tender beauty within the secret path withstand such powerful impacts.

Each strike seemed to hit the beauty's heart, her sensitive body reveling in continuous pleasure from the depths of her secret pathway.

These waves of pleasure grew higher and stronger, making the beauty feel she soared into the sky, dwelling among the clouds.