"Fuck, there's such a saying, alright, since you're being so good, then I'll use this big stick down here and satisfy you hard."
With that, Chen An squatted down, kneeling between Wang Ping's plump thighs.
At this moment, his ultimate weapon below, though it had been through more than an hour of battle, was still fiercely intimidating, its veins bulging.
Right now, its lone eye seemed to have smelled the seductive scent from ahead and couldn't help but quiver on its own.
"Mmm, mmmm, husband, why aren't you fucking me yet? I've been arching up, waiting for you."
"You slut, you're that impatient?"
After a bad chuckle, Chen An thrusted his huge member forward, moving it towards the thatched doorway that was Wang Ping's entrance.
At that moment, Chen An grabbed his enormity and started slapping the thatched patch, smack, smack, smack.
Just now, he had slapped the face of this mature married woman with his weapon and now, in the same manner, was slapping her below.
