It's more thrilling to do it here in the kitchen than to go back to the room.
Lin Zhenghui's hands gently kneaded her rounded buttocks, then moved to her slightly protruding lower abdomen and those plump mounds, filled with a spicy allure.
"My little enemy, stop..." Xian'er's mom breathed deeply.
Her fair face was flushed with a red hue, full of the charm unique to mature women, and her eyes seemed to instantly fill with dewy longing, making Lin Zhenghui unable to let go.
"You are as beautiful as Xian'er, and you have a mature scent about you," Lin Zhenghui lifted her skirt.
"Are you serious?" Xian'er's mom felt his hands becoming more and more audacious.
"What do you think, don't you want it?"
"..."
If she said she didn't want it, that would be strange.
Living like this, only once or twice a month, felt almost no different than being a widow.
But she was too embarrassed to argue with her husband, as a happy home was a prosperous one.
If she was in a bad mood,
