In the room, bodies collided, producing a succession of sounds that rose and fell.
Smack, smack, smack.
With a rhythm, exceptionally crisp.
The plump and juicy mature woman was like a ripened peach; a squeeze left a hand drenched.
Ma Yinglan arched her big ass, leaning on the dining table.
That massive ass, with Tang Feng's thrusting, kept wriggling.
The distinct sounds continuously rang out.
Tang Feng, with arms wide, plunged in and out of that luscious land of tenderness while caressing that big ass.
The mature woman before him, nearly forty years of age yet preserved so well she could pass for a woman just over thirty.
Especially when aroused, her comeliness sent hearts racing.
Whimpers...
Ma Yinglan covered her mouth with one hand, making muffled moans in her throat.
Like a plaintive cry.
The fiery stiffness slid in and out of her flower path, each thrust reaching deep into her G-spot.
Wave after wave of pleasure made her bloom ecstatically.
