Watching her son-in-law Ye Fei's enormous manhood thrusting in and out of her lewd and slippery passage, the mature beauty, Wen Suqin, felt her last shred of rationality flicker like a candle in the wind. Her nasal hums gradually turned into unrestrained moans.
The room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of "plop... plop..." from the continuous thrusting, accompanied by the increasingly loud and wanton cries from Wen Suqin, "Oh oh... So good... So big... Ah... No... Ah... I'm coming... Ye Fei..."
Wen Suqin's plump and smooth, stunning body twisted and turned like a piece of candy, her flawless skin tightly pressed against Ye Fei's body.
At this moment, Wen Suqin's mind was consumed by endless desire. She no longer cared about her usual dignified and elegant image, nor did she care about the demeanor she had cultivated over the years as the head of a martial sect.
