The Invincible Son-in-law

Chapter 924: Playful Mood Awakens

The pale, pillowy bun hole, with two tiny, sweet scallop folds—adorable and succulent, deliciously juicy.

"Hehe... I like eating buns... slurp... slurp slurp..."

Lin Hao couldn't help but slurp and sample, sucking up every drop of that honeyed nectar into his mouth, swallowing it down.

"Awoo... awoo... ah... ah ah... stop sucking... I can't take it anymore... ah ah ah..."

Sister Lingling couldn't endure it at all, constantly twisting her delicate body, her mouth spilling happy moans of pleasure.

This adorable bride knelt on the sofa like that, her Peach Blossom Cave Mansion played with by another man, feeling so ashamed and helpless.

Lin Hao, thinking that such a beautiful peach hole would be tasted by another man in the future, pulled out all the stops, as if he wanted to slurp it all up in one go.

Again and again he sucked, pulling those juicy cherry lips long and taut, making the bride even more excited, even more wildly aroused.

While sucking, Lin Hao stripped off all his own clothes, letting his massive Wolf Fang Club spring up, eager and alive.

He made the bride turn her head, roughly shoved his iron-hard club between her soft lips.

Lin Hao thought Sister Lingling kneeling on the sofa seemed uncomfortable, so he stood on the sofa and had Sister Lingling sit, slowly savoring his Golden Cudgel.

The beautiful bride's little mouth opened, her tongue licking up and down the shaft, one dainty hand gripping the thin skin at the base, stroking slowly up and down.

Lin Hao only felt the beauty's mouth was warm and wet; his whole body lit up like an electric shock, that tingling numbness starting from the cock's crown, spreading everywhere.

When that thick club pushed deep into her throat, Lin Hao couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, plunging in for a real deep throat.

If you've never felt deep throat, you'll never know the thrill of stabbing your cock right down a beauty's throat.

It's a sensation completely different from owning her secret channel, nearly burying the whole club down her throat, as if trying to pierce right through her.

Lin Hao looked down at the bride, her wedding dress still on, kneeling under him, right beneath his crotch, savoring his big guy—he was swept away by conquest and satisfaction.

He reached out, grabbed those two soft snowy peaks, kneading them hard, almost afraid he'd never touch this bride again.

The mature wife tongue-kissed, sucked, gobbled with deep passion...

Lin Hao's big guy got even harder; if she kept sucking like this, he was definitely about to explode.

Sister Lingling, a woman of experience and mischief, stretched out her tongue, tapping persistently at the tip of his club, the Ma Yan spot.

The tingly numb feeling made Lin Hao's club even harder and hotter, desperate to find a release.

Right then, the pretty bride began licking the thin skin outside, and then the two balls below—even popping them into her mouth, sucking them gently.

She sucked and licked and played with the eggs, as if they were iron balls ready to spin—just shy of really twisting them around.

This dazzling bride's mouth and tongue wielded skill, blowing, sucking, plucking, everything in her arsenal, dragging Lin Hao ever deeper into lust.

She gripped the club in her fist, slowly took it into her mouth, her tongue flicking the head, sliding deep down again, swallowing it whole.

Then she spat it out a bit, scraping along the warm, soft walls inside her mouth, like she was flossing her teeth.

"Mm... baby... feels so good... I want to fuck you..."

"Mm... husband... come on..."

Sister Lingling sensibly lay back on the sofa, lifting her skirt herself, exposing her most beautiful Peach Blossom Cave.

Lin Hao knelt on the sofa, holding his club, staring at the bride in her wedding dress, unable to endure any longer—he lined up at her wet entrance.

Splack...

The club pushed aside those juicy cherry lips, pried open the tight, tender walls of her secret channel, thrusting hard into the bride's body.

Ah——

Huang Wanling strained to lift her head, exposing her pale, flawless neck, letting out a cry of pleasure.

The warm, wet secret passage wrapped around him in layers, twisting like the Nine-Curves Corridor, gripping him tight until Lin Hao almost exploded.

The beautiful girl's secret flower path was still incredibly tight, like she hadn't done it often with her fiancé Zuo Ai—or maybe Lin Hao's cock was just too big.

Just thinking about it made Lin Hao go harder, plunging himself all the way in, ramming into her deepest, most sensitive bud.

Damn! Fucking another man's wife is really something else!

Fuck! This feels so fucking good!

Lin Hao knew Sister Lingling's body well, sliding in like he owned it, digging deep to hit the mouth of her womb.

"Ah... So tight... It feels so good..."

Lin Hao groaned from his heart, hands wrapped around her slender waist, starting to thrust in and out.

Pa pa pa... Pa pa pa...

The sharp sounds of bodies slapping echoed, Lin Hao's Golden Cudgel pistoning relentlessly, savoring the voluptuous bride beneath him.

"Mm... Husband... You're amazing... Ah... Your cock feels so good inside me... Ah... Harder... Harder... Ah..."

"Ah ah ah... You're too wild... Mm... You're deep inside me... Ah... It feels incredible... Go deeper... Ahwu..."

Sister Lingling moaned, her voice melting into shameless cries of pleasure.

Looking at the bride arching beneath him, Lin Hao felt like he truly was the groom of the night.

The rush and bliss was impossible to describe with words.

His big, undefeated, unstoppable cock thrust in and out of the bride's dripping little pussy, his thick waist pumping like a machine, pounding into her like a lawnmower gone wild.

Pupupupu...

The place where their bodies met made wet, squelching noises, like sprinting through mud, a strong suction pulling him in.

With every fierce thrust, her two snow-white breasts bounced wildly, swaying to the rhythm of his hard slamming.

Lin Hao didn't hold back, grabbing her plump, full tits, fingers kneading their stiff, jutting nipples.

"Mnh ah... Ah... Mm mm..."

Sister Lingling's moans were twisted and enchanting, bone-melting and soul-stealing, flooding Lin Hao's ears and firing up every nerve inside him.

Lin Hao sped up, mercilessly pounding her pleasure hole, soaking the sofa cushion beneath them with a huge wet patch.

After a wild bout of thrusting, Sister Lingling was hit with another massive climax.

"Ah ah ah... Feels so fucking good... Ahwu... I'm dying... Ah uh uh... I'm dying... You're so deep... Ah... I'm coming..."

Amidst Sister Lingling's wild screams, her secret passage tightened and pulsed, gushing out hot waves of Silver Essence.

Puchi puchi...

Lin Hao's big cock felt the spray inside the Peach Blossom Cave Mansion, the spurting so intense that his shaft could feel the hot streams bursting all over him.

Seeing the bride climax, Lin Hao got even more fired up, violently hammering her a dozen furious times, staying locked in her deepest flower bud.

Lost in this ultimate pleasure, the beautiful woman couldn't think anymore—her eyes rolled back, breath caught, body taut, her cries suddenly cut off.