Wang Dahai gasped for air, his gaze fixed on the Shui Run Peach Garden mere inches away, feeling as if his blood vessels would burst.
Liu Lin looked at his ferocious expression, her heart pounding violently as though it might leap out of her chest.
So big, so thick!
Desire flowed in her eyes, but the moment she remembered her identity, the fact that she was a married woman, she hesitated.
However, her body's response was intensely strong, leaving her sometimes lucid, sometimes sinking, extremely conflicted.
Wang Dahai saw her struggle, but at this point, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He shifted forward and grasped his manhood, pressing it against the tempting Peach Garden.
The hard and scorching touch made Liu Lin's delicate body shudder, but it also snapped her back to reality.
"No, Dahai, you can't come in," she shook her head, pushing against Wang Dahai's robust chest with both hands, clinging to her last bit of reason, "We can't, I'm your aunt..."
"So what?"
