So, when Derick fully thrust his manhood into her honeyed passage once again, Lin Mengxuan's cries took on a poignant, almost mournful tone.
"Ah... it hurts!" Lin Mengxuan's cries were now hoarse. Luo Zhengxun could imagine his pitiful wife with her mouth wide open, emitting raspy screams from her throat. Accompanying her agonized cry, her legs had gone limp, hanging loosely on the man's waist. She no longer responded to his thrusts, her body simply swaying back and forth, like a doll thoroughly played with.
At this point, Lin Mengxuan was utterly limp, devoid of any resistance. She lay on the bed, allowing Derick to thrust and ravage within her honeyed passage. Even the once perky buttocks beneath her were now softly swaying with his relentless assault.
