The Invincible Son-in-law

Chapter 920: Path of Sheep Gut

Although Mengzhu had already climaxed, Lin Hao's techniques were only just beginning.

He reached out and kept playing with her clit, his mouth moving lower again, kissing and licking the inside of her thighs.

If you had to say where a woman's skin is the softest, the inner thigh absolutely counts as one spot.

Mengzhu's inner thighs were deliciously soft and moist, making licking them an absolute pleasure.

Of course, this spot was also one of the girl's sensitive areas.

So the beauty felt waves of pleasure from her inner thighs, making her instinctively want to squeeze her legs together—yet Lin Hao firmly held them apart.

This time, Mengzhu sprayed out even more nectar, and Lin Hao's fingers parted her swollen lips, plunging back inside.

Right now, her secret path was soaked, glistening like a marshland, so deep you couldn't see the bottom—a careless move and you'd be swallowed whole.

Lin Hao's fingers probed, hooked, and stirred, playing so joyfully, until suddenly he curled his finger back, hooking the beauty's most sensitive spot.

"Ah——"

Mengzhu screamed in pleasure, her whole body tense and curled up tightly, her secret channel constantly contracting and writhing.

As Lin Hao licked her inner thighs, seeing that he'd stimulated the girl's sensitive spot, his mouth moved to seal her flowing entrance.

The legs that tried to clamp around Lin Hao were forced apart, opening like a shy rose in full bloom.

Lin Hao's tongue traced through that slit, plunging inside, while his fingers kept hooking her sensitive spot back and forth.

"Ah… so good… ah ah… can't take it… mm… husband… I can't stand it… ah ah ah…"

Mengzhu cried out in ecstasy again.

Right now, she was flushed with desire; peachy cheeks blushed, her body trembling, eyes hazy with lust, icy skin gradually heating up.

The burning deep inside her mound made those inner walls contract and squirm, releasing more honeyed nectar.

Mengzhu only felt an unbearable itch inside, so empty, so lonely—she desperately wanted something inside her.

Her legs stretched down, slipping between Lin Hao's thighs, immediately feeling a hot, rock-hard rod.

The overwhelming stimulation made her heart tremble wildly, her cheeks blushing furiously, unable to hold back her sweet moans.

"Mmm… husband… I want you… want you… ah… ah ah…"

Mengzhu moaned, pleading for Lin Hao's love.

Lin Hao knew she was burning with need, so he knelt up, hands spreading her legs wide, positioning his thick, hard rod close to her mound.

That swollen, cock-shaped head rubbed with excitement against her tender, swollen lips.

Soon enough, his rod was slicked with all kinds of sticky fluids.

Lin Hao gripped his shaft, aiming it at the entrance of her Peach Blossom Spring Cave, thrusting his hips forward and slowly sliding inside her.

The huge tip pushed apart her lips, advancing boldly, striving to reach the deepest, most intimate flower core.

"Ah… so tight…"

Lin Hao felt an unprecedented tightness, sucking in a cold breath, nearly ready to surrender then and there.

Mengzhu's Peach Blossom Cave was one of the legendary "Nine-Curves Corridors"!

This kind of cave, with its Jade Gate narrow and winding, like a sheep's gut path—commonly called "sheep's gut."

Mengzhu's was the finest, the true "Nine-Curves Corridor."

But Lin Hao was a veteran on the battlefield; he drew a deep breath and pressed his hands against her slender waist, surging forward with renewed force from his hips.

This time, his fierce, thick shaft forcefully parted the narrow secret passage, probing boldly through the winding corridors, opening a path that led straight to the core of her blossom.

Fang Mengzhu felt as though her body were being torn apart, desperately inhaling to relieve the swollen ache within her.

Yet, the emptiness and loneliness of her body was suddenly filled—waves of pleasure erupted from her deepest depths, sending tingles through her scalp and making her dizzy with delight.

Fang Mengzhu knew well that men love the tightness of a woman,

so she kept inhaling and exhaling, contracting her belly, creating a tremendous suction in her secret passage that clung fiercely to that thick shaft.

Inside the beauty's Jade Gate, it was warm, moist, and narrow—though invaded many times before, it still held tight, driving Lin Hao wild with ecstasy.

Lin Hao suddenly withdrew his shaft, then plunged in with force, thrusting all the way to the root.

Ah—

Fang Mengzhu let out another sharp, haunting scream, feeling as if Lin Hao's massive shaft nearly pierced the deepest entrance to her womb.

The bittersweet pain brought a rush of pleasure; in agony, she felt bliss, growing even more bewildered, as if she'd lost all power to think.

"Baby, why are you so tight? Are you hurt?"

Lin Hao's face was full of concern as he asked quietly.

"Mm, you're too big… I can't take it… Go on… It doesn't hurt so much now, you can move."

Fang Mengzhu's voice was shy and delicate.

Hearing her, Lin Hao started to thrust slowly, letting her gradually adapt to the pounding size.

Inside the beauty's secret tunnel, wetness and tightness surrounded him, resisting every intrusion, clinging tightly to Lin Hao's thick shaft.

The feeling of flesh pressed to flesh let Lin Hao's shaft sense every detail inside her.

As Lin Hao kept thrusting, more honeyed nectar spilled from Fang Mengzhu's floral channel; thrusts became ever smoother.

Papapapa… papapapa…

The huge sounds of impact rang out—Lin Hao began to surge forward, pounding her like a tireless pile-driver.

The beauty's heart trembled; as the deepest tip of her blossom was hit, her body spasmed ever more feverishly.

His girthy, crest-like shaft head struck her innermost depths each time, pressing hard against the softest petals within.

Streams of nectar gushed out, as if every thrust washed and shattered her soul.

In that moment, her mind was a total blank; her lips parted, and deep from her throat spilled a chorus of soul-stealing cries.

Intense pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves, swallowing the gorgeous dream of first love wholly.

"Ah… mm… slower… ah… too fast… ah… hubby… no… too deep… don't… ah… ah…"

Fang Mengzhu's body went limp, her head shaking wildly as she screamed incoherently.

Shy, burning, the beautiful girl responded passionately to Lin Hao's violent thrusts, bashfully catering to that giant shaft inside her.

She let his thick rod run wild in her body, driving her to endless shrieks; her tender figure convulsed and spasmed, as wave after wave of sticky, thick Silver Essence erupted from her Jade Fountain.

These scorching streams traced down her thighs, soaking the bedding in wide sweeps of wetness.

With Lin Hao's fierce thrusts, the beauty's naturally petite secret corridor—like the Nine-Curves Corridor—grew ever hotter.

The girl's tender, slick walls contracted and writhed against his thick meat, squeezing tighter and tighter around that robust monster, unable to resist herself.