Yang Meiling had become increasingly cooperative with Lin Tian, even taking the initiative more often, her moans growing louder and more enticing.
It was clear she was letting go more than before, which was undoubtedly a good thing.
Moreover, whether it was because Lin Tian was too rough or not, Yang Meiling seemed delirious, randomly shouting out loud.
"Good son... faster..."
Lin Tian was fierce, but Yang Meiling's endurance was clearly much stronger than Li Xiaomei's and Yang Xueqing's.
If Lin Tian used the same intensity on them, those two women would definitely find it unbearably painful.
Indeed, a woman in her forties had a voracity that neither Yang Xueqing nor Li Xiaomei could match!
By the time this fierce battle ended, it was already past eight in the evening.
Lin Tian gasped for breath as he got off Yang Meiling, who lay on the bed like a puddle of mud, exhausted to the point of being unable to lift a finger.
