"Oh!"
The moment that behemoth entered her, Jiang Qing clasped her mouth, emitting a suppressed moan of pleasure.
In the dead of night, sneaking away from her husband into her future son-in-law's room, she eagerly sought him out. Her voluptuous body was several times more sensitive than usual, tinged with nerves.
As soon as Li Chen entered her, she clung to his body and pulled him down.
"Xiao Chen, go slow, I'm still a bit nervous!"
"Cry out for what?"
Li Chen teased with a playful smile.
This felt a hundred times more intense than the last time Aunt Qing used her mouth on him in the kitchen.
He was exhilarated to the extreme.
But the more intense it was, the more he craved an even stronger thrill.
"Husband! I love you, please make me feel good, okay?" Jiang Qing wriggled her ass, pleading coquettishly.
"So am I your husband, or is Uncle Han your husband?" Li Chen gently started moving, smirking as he asked.
