The unique hormonal scent of the man wafted over, and she let out a string of girlish cries, her body becoming increasingly pliable. Her legs wrapped around Zhang Hao's waist, guiding him to find the spot faster, to insert the object he held into her.
Although Zhang Hao hadn't eaten pork before, he had always seen pigs run.
With a long reach of his arm, there was a 'plop', followed by He Qianhui's satisfied moan, "Ah, that feels so good!"
He Qianhui twisted her waist, syncing with the movement in Zhang Hao's hand.
It wasn't long before her body began to shake, and she gasped with increasing intensity, "Ah, I can't take it anymore..."
She held on to Zhang Hao tightly, pulling him down to press against her.
Zhang Hao pressed down on her soft, petite form, burying his nose between her neck, as tendrils of her fragrance emanated from her body, utterly heart-stirring.
His heart thumped powerfully. Holding the fragrant softness of He Qianhui felt incredibly wonderful; it was very difficult to let go and release her.
His sister-in-law's body was too soft, hugging her was simply too comfortable.
After lying on top of her for a while, Zhang Hao felt the swelling pain below growing stronger, the discomfort making him shift his waist involuntarily.
As He Qianhui's legs were wrapped around his waist, naturally that thing also pressed against her. Due to Zhang Hao's movement, the scorching object rubbed between her legs.
A surge of burning heat came from below, reigniting her state. He Qianhui, with her eyes squinted, gripped Zhang Hao's arms tightly. She panted and called out, "Hao, how about we try for real this time?"
"Ah?" Zhang Hao widened his eyes. Although his cousin had given permission for this, who knew if the other party would regret it after waking up? If he took advantage of such a good sister-in-law and she held a grudge against him later, what would he do?
His sister-in-law was obviously so good to him...
Zhang Hao clenched his teeth tightly and abruptly turned to lie on the bed beside him.
The cold bedstead cooled him down considerably. He stared straight at the ceiling, while He Qianhui made a somewhat dissatisfied grunt beside him.
He reached down to touch his hardness, letting out a helpless sigh.
One must fend for oneself if need be.
Unexpectedly, he would rather take care of it himself than seek her help.
He Qianhui was moved and reached out to grab it.
Zhang Hao's body trembled violently, his voice hoarse and restrained, "Sister-in-law, let me do it."
"It's okay, you've already helped me, let me help you too," He Qianhui muttered softly, "Idiot, you don't always have to use your hand when there's a woman available."
Zhang Hao understood, but couldn't really say anything, just gave a bitter smile with his mouth open.
He indeed wanted to, but he feared that the relationship with his cousin and cousin's wife might turn sour as a result, so he endured, choosing to resolve it by hand.
A woman's hand was simply different from his own, soft and warm.
He lay flat, comfortably squinting his eyes, and for quite some time, he still hadn't finished.
He Qianhui's hand was getting sore, and she pouted discontentedly, "How much longer do you need?"
Zhang Hao opened his eyes and scratched his head with a bit of embarrassment, "It usually takes over half an hour, and because sister-in-law is really too beautiful today, and I'm so stimulated, it's going to take much longer..."