Wang Yue's cock was tightly vacuum-sealed by his aunt's seasoned walls. It felt so incredible that he was on the verge of joining her in her high-pitched moans.
However, he wanted more. He wanted to savor the raw, primitive power of claiming her.
In that moment—whether driven by his inner lust or a genuine desire to "scratch" Yifei's deep itch—Wang Yue mastered his rhythm. He controlled his strength but accelerated his speed, turning his thrusts into a blur of motion. With every withdrawal and plunge, a fresh torrent of thick, creamy juices was dragged out by his massive shaft, coating her ivory buttocks and dripping onto the sheets. Dark, damp "maps" began to bloom across the bedding, making the entire scene look utterly debauched.
