The Invincible Son-in-law

Chapter 842: Shaved Ice

The beauty's delicate cherry lips were overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, utterly engulfing her.

"Lin Hao, I want to eat you… your big boy…"

Unable to endure any longer, the beauty pleaded wantonly for him.

She struggled up, pressing Lin Hao down so he lay beneath her, then obediently crouched over him, assuming a perfect sixty-nine position.

Fang Mengzhu gazed at that iron-hard Golden Cudgel, holding it between her hands as if she'd just found a precious treasure.

Right now, the beauty was like a starving beast, opening her cherry mouth and swallowing the thick, paper cup–sized rod in one go, her tongue winding and swirling across the cock's crowned tip.

Her slender, jade-like hands gripped the massive rod tightly, yet even with both hands she still couldn't cover the huge head—Lin Hao's cock was just too big.

But, when it came to things like this, the bigger the better. Only then does fucking feel amazing, only then can a beauty be truly satisfied.

While her little mouth licked, sucked, and bobbed up and down, her hands pumped along the shaft, sometimes reaching down to fondle the pair of balls below.

Lin Hao naturally saw that tempting pussy, breathing in the virgin fragrance drifting from inside, unable to resist bringing his tongue to her beautiful pink petals, giving her a gentle lick.

"Mmm… mmm mmm… so good… softer… ah… mmm…"

Fang Mengzhu's delicate body shivered, her plump ass curving up invitingly.

Lin Hao wrapped his arms around her lovely legs, firmly holding her in place so she couldn't squirm away, then started lapping voraciously.

His agile tongue slipped into her slit, licking the inner and outer lips, giving careful attention to every part of the soft flesh. He even used his fingers to massage her little clit.

The combination of his long tongue and probing fingers made the Fang Family's young lady shudder uncontrollably, as if electrocuted, her mouth opening in wanton cries.

"Ah ah… so itchy… ah ah ah… so good… gentle… ah… ah…"

As Fang Mengzhu savored the warmth of his tongue, wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body, making her tremble and twitch, unable to keep herself from clamping Lin Hao's head between her thighs.

Lin Hao's mouth completely engulfed her tender lips, sucking desperately at the nectar that trickled from her secret place, his tongue plunging in, thrusting in and out like a meaty shaft.

His tongue-tip mimicked a cock pumping into her slit, warm and slippery, thrusting in and out, pure ecstasy.

Of course, a heated tongue wasn't as hard as a cock, but the way that soft tongue teased her naughty little cave—was another kind of pleasure altogether.

"Nnnh… it feels so good… stop… I can't… oh… ohhh… so good… ah ah ah…"

Fang Mengzhu arched and twisted, her curved little body rising and falling, eagerly working with Lin Hao, pushing her soft lips irresistibly toward his mouth.

She thought nothing compared to the way Lin Hao sucked those swollen, sensitive petals—the thrill was utterly indescribable.

The two rosy, tender folds were sucked into his mouth, licked and slurped and devoured, as if he were feasting on shaved ice, savoring every drop as saliva dripped messily down his chin.

Of course, Lin Hao wasn't satisfied with just eating her flesh. His finger kept up its relentless stimulation of her clit, flicking at every sensitive nerve ending on that sexy nub.

"Mmm mmm… so itchy… ah ah ah… so good… too good… gentler…"

"Mmm… husband… gentler… I'm so itchy… softer… ah…"

"You're so bad… don't… don't suck anymore… mmm mmm… it feels so good… ah ah ah…"

Fang Mengzhu couldn't help but cry out, raising her ass high, working her hips back and forth to match every lick and flick of Lin Hao's tongue, trembling as she twisted her exquisite body.

Under the agile strokes of Lin Hao's tongue, the beauty's secret cave began to ooze sticky nectar, fragrant and faint as jasmine blooming quietly, laced with that familiar sweetness of her own scent.

"Slurp… slurp… slurp slurp…"

Lin Hao cupped his first love's luscious ass, smacking it gently, as if a whip was caressing her flesh with every delicate flick.

Each smack was like a war drum pounding, or like a rider spurring his horse across the grasslands, sending Lin Hao soaring with wild ecstasy.

Beneath his relentless teasing and stimulation, her hot cave gushed forth sweet nectar; crystal-clear, viscous streams stretched into silky threads, clinging to the fine hairs below, suspended in midair.

Gazing at the rivers of love flowing out, Lin Hao knew his first love was utterly aroused; meanwhile, his own rod, after being devoured and licked by the sultry wife, was now as hard as iron.

"Wife, tonight I'm going to fuck you to death!"

Lin Hao grinned wickedly, already plotting out how he'd ravish his first love tonight.

But when Fang Mengzhu heard him call her "wife," she was overcome with emotion and blurted out, "W-what did you just call me?"

"Wife," Lin Hao replied loudly and firmly.

"Husband…" Fang Mengzhu was trembling with joy, tears welling in her eyes.

She'd once believed she'd never be Lin Hao's wife in this life, yet now he'd already claimed her as his own.

Lin Hao had been married before, it's true, but Fang Mengzhu didn't mind at all—after all, she had been his first, too.

Thinking this, the gorgeous woman crawled up, kneeling dutifully on the bed, arching her perfect ass for him, presenting her most beautiful Fairy Cave right before Lin Hao's eyes.

"Husband, come on, I need you…"

Desire written all over her face, she begged for him, accentuating her plea by smacking her own plump cheek.

Since his beauty was ready and waiting, Lin Hao gripped Mengzhu's slender waist from behind, guided his "Golden Cudgel" to the entrance of her Peach Blossom Spring Cave, and thrust forward hard.

Ah—

Fang Mengzhu felt her tight secret passage forced wide open; the pleasure made her throw her head back, hands bracing against the bed, her back arching into a flawless curve beneath him.

Lin Hao had been inside her many times—he knew her body well. With one deep stroke, he plunged in to the hilt, instantly greeted by suffocating warmth and slick nectar—a vast inner world welcoming him home.

Her famous Nine-Curves Corridor was extraordinary indeed—her inner passage with its endless twists and layered folds, a maze easy to lose himself in if he wasn't careful.

He thrust deeper, his rod sheathed and enveloped by those silky folds, the shifting walls massaging him with each flex, sucking at him like a greedy baby's mouth—waves of pleasure crashing over him relentlessly.

"Wife… So tight… You're going to snap me in half!"

Lin Hao took a deep breath, teasing as he moaned out the words.

"Husband, do you like it?" Fang Mengzhu asked, smoldering, cheeks blushing hotly.

"Of course I do. I love it. God, you're so insanely tight!" Lin Hao praised her with naked sincerity.

"Husband, go harder… I need you so much…" Fang Mengzhu begged, unabashed now in her longing.

Pa pa pa pa—

Lin Hao started thrusting with reckless abandon, each powerful ram slamming into her luscious ass, setting off lewd, wet slapping sounds that filled the room.

With every deep thrust, the tender walls inside her squeezed and rippled around him, sending electric shivers and maddening itches through her core, making her inner passage clench even tighter as it unleashed floods of sweet juices.

Her two towering, snow-white breasts bounced wildly in time with their frenzied rhythm, quivering like gourds ready to burst; her long, silken hair swung in dizzying circles with every crash of their bodies.

This hungry beauty, her desires finally set free, had become a blazing fire—utterly unstoppable.