Hearing Chen Yun's shouts, Zhang Yang also teased, "Aunt Yun, you're so horny. Does Uncle Zhang know?"
Gasping for air, Chen Yun replied with a flushed face, "If he could know, I wouldn't have been practically a widow all these years."
In Chen Yun's view, a man being so useless was no different from being a widow.
While saying this, Chen Yun actively spread her buttocks and then sat down deeply.
"Ah, so good, so deep, honey, it feels so good, you are my real husband, please call me your wife, will you?"
Zhang Yang was so stimulated by Chen Yun's words that he grabbed her waist to help her speed up the movement.
The pleasurable sensation made Zhang Yang unable to resist letting out a low growl.
"Wife, you're so wet, your juices are flowing out."
Chen Yun's eyes were hazy as she wildly twisted her waist to match Zhang Yang's movements.
"Only when you fuck me, husband, does so much white cream flow out. Fuck me, husband, your wife loves your big cock."
