When Chen Yang heard Lu Hanyan say this, she took the initiative to press her smooth hips down, and he instantly increased the pace. He clasped her soft, slick waist, his own powerful hips—stronger than that of a breeding stud's—thrusting with rapid force.
At such a high speed, the two round sacs hanging below him swung heavily, slapping fiercely against Lu Hanyan's mound of hair and lower abdomen, heightening her stimulation.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP...
"Mmm... Ah! Husband... Fuck me to death..."
As Chen Yang accelerated, Lu Hanyan moaned obscenely, thrashing about as her beautiful hair flew wildly. The slender waist that had been collapsed onto the bed now arched high from the intense stimulation. Her flawless, upturned feet, positioned by Chen Yang's knees, curled up tightly.
Not long after, Lu Hanyan, who had been supporting herself with her arms, let out a seductive cry as her flushed, delicate body trembled violently. "Ah! Husband... I'm coming! I'm coming... I'm cumming!"
