The Invincible Son-in-law

Chapter 923: Turning Rivers and Seas Upside Down

Although Lin Hao had been intimate with Sister Lingling many times, the feeling of her in a wedding dress was completely different now.

Honestly, any man who sees a bride in a wedding dress gets an indescribable thrill, wishing he could jump in as the groom.

Lin Hao was no different, immediately taking the rosy red nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking.

"Slurp... slurp... slurp..."

As Lin Hao savored the soft buds, they seemed to melt in his mouth, bringing immense pleasure.

Sister Lingling lay half in his embrace, waves of pleasure surging through her chest like electric shocks, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly.

"Mmm... so good... ah... be gentle... ooh... don't bite... mm... Lin... you're so bad... mmm... ah..."

Sister Lingling moaned softly, her voice enchanting and seductive, making her even more irresistible.

Lin Hao kneaded and licked the budding flowers, making the beauty in his arms twist and shiver as if she were nursing a child.

Her natural maternal instinct emerged, and Sister Lingling couldn't help but hold Lin Hao's head, as if to embed him into her body.

In this way, Lin Hao continually toyed with the tender nipples, causing them to become engorged and swollen.

The originally pink nipples turned a deeper hue, holding a kind of intoxicated allure that immersed Lin Hao in this chase of seduction.

Sister Lingling felt waves of pleasure over her nipples, as if a thousand ants crawled across her chest, a tingling itch that made her moan wantonly.

Clearly unsatisfied with merely tasting her lactating nipples, Lin Hao reached under the wedding dress, his hand venturing inside.

Beneath Sister Lingling's dress, there were no stockings, just two smooth, long legs, seemingly facilitating Lin Hao's mischief.

His hand slowly stroked up along her thigh, gradually reaching the beautiful, lush region, finally encountering her panties.

The lace-trimmed, hollow-designed panties even revealed a few stray hairs, which Lin Hao simply pulled down, laying his hand over the plump, rich mound.

When Lin Hao touched the mysterious triangle of the mature housewife, her body noticeably trembled with excitement and shame, a blush spreading across her lovely face.

Sister Lingling knew that his fingers would soon delve into her secret garden, signifying another betrayal of her husband.

She knew there could be no future with Lin Hao, seeking only momentary excitement, yet she couldn't afford to offend him.

After all, Lin Hao had helped solve her job situation and given her a lot of money, which enabled her to afford her own home.

Moreover, judging from her husband's current attitude towards Lin Hao, it was clearly one of flattering sycophancy, hoping to rely on Lin Hao.

There was no choice: this man wielded power, and if she and her husband wanted a better life, sacrifices had to be made.

Even if it meant letting Lin Hao play the part of the groom in advance, it was worth it.

As expected, Lin Hao's fingers parted the tightly sealed petals, sliding back and forth, the honey inside moistening his fingers.

With this lubrication, Lin Hao's fingers pried open those lips, delving into the secret garden, beginning to stroke and probe.

Simultaneously, he continued to suckle her beautiful breast milk, making slurping sounds like drinking pure milk.

Sister Lingling felt the pleasure from her chest, combined with the pleasure from below, permeate every cell in her body, sending her into a euphoric state.

"Mmm... so itchy... so good... ah... feels amazing... ah... ah..."

"Mmm... husband... I want... I want you... ahhh..."

Her eyes glazed over, she inadvertently called out for her husband.

Lin Hao knew she had been with her fiancé before; now he was playing with another man's wife, and the mere thought thrilled him.

Two nimble fingers inside another man's wife's secret garden, stirring wildly, probing and thrusting at the same time.

That's how men are, enjoying playing with other men's wives.

Primarily because playing with another man's wife brings more effort, more excitement, and more pleasure.

Sister Lingling transitioned from soft moans to screams under his demonic hands, her cries escalating to an almost hoarse intensity.

The shift in her voice accompanied the movements of his fingers, making Lin Hao feel he was truly possessing her, toying with her.

Suddenly, Lin Hao employed the Soul-hooking Ghost Hand again, instantly hooking onto Sister Lingling's most sensitive spot.

Aaaaahhhh—

She let out a wretched cry, her body tensing, neck straining, akin to a hen in its death throes.

Seeing he had struck a nerve, Lin Hao delightedly repeated the gesture, sending her into repeated climaxes, leaving her in ecstasy and helplessness.

"Wuuu... ahhh... I can't... mmm... I'm climaxing... ah... have mercy on me... ohh... I'm going to die..."

Her body reacted violently, abdomen and legs curling like an arched worm, surging continuously.

Simultaneously, waves of pleasure crashed over her, like a tidal wave, obliterating her senses.

Scalding Silver Essence erupted instantaneously, flooding forth, unlocking the city of desire, unleashing the hidden nectar within.

Even as Sister Lingling climaxed, Lin Hao wasn't done, turning her over onto the sofa, raising her plump rear.

She felt embarrassed but complied, finding Lin Hao had lifted her wedding dress.

He beheld the ample rear before him, the lace-trimmed panties pulled down, and the rosy lips, drawing him in.

A long, nimble tongue pried her lips apart, licking up and down.

"Slurp... slurp..."

Like licking an old ice pop, his tongue swept over the tender, soft lips, sending shivers through her body.

The itching sensation rapidly spread through her, each cell rejoicing.

The fire of desire, recently sated, seemed rekindled anew.

On the wide sofa, Sister Lingling raised her rear high, exposing her most hidden place to Lin Hao.

He spread her ample cheeks with his hands, his tongue persistently lapping at the soft petals, making her scalp tingle.

Honey trickled plentifully from her secret garden, streaming from the enchanting Fairy Cave, all being lapped up by his tongue.

The sweetness of a young girl's honey, pure and aromatic, lacked the vulgar taste of a married woman, making it delightful to sense and consume.