Following Su Meng's moan, Chen An felt the warm haven he was in contract violently. This sudden stimulation made his nerves tighten relentlessly, but it wasn't time for him to truly burst forth yet.
So, Chen An patiently controlled his body and quickly pinned down Su Meng's waist that was shivering with pleasure, positioning her perky buttocks to better conform to his own movements.
"You haven't even called me 'husband,' and you've come already after just a few thrusts—it's quite unsatisfying. Since you've just had your pleasure, now call me 'husband,' let me enjoy it too. Otherwise, don't come begging me to fuck you next time."
As he spoke, Chen An, as if punishing this depraved woman, grew even more rough with her, forcing Su Meng's legs to remain shamefully splayed wide open.
"Husband, husband..."
