Direct contact. Fingers on her bare, soaked pussy, and the sensation was electric.
She bit her lip to suppress the moan, legs spreading wider, back arching, and—
'No. Not like this. Not standing. I need—'
She stumbled to the dining table—the same table where she'd watched Cang pound Xiao earlier—and sat down heavily, dress hiking up around her thick thighs, exposing herself completely.
Her pussy was drenched. Outer lips swollen and pink, inner folds glistening with moisture that had soaked through her undergarments and was now dripping onto the wooden chair.
"What's wrong with me—?" she whispered, but her hand was already moving, fingers spreading her lips, finding her clit—
"Hnnngh—!"
The moan escaped before she could stop it, and she quickly pressed her other hand over her mouth, muffling the sound.
Through the wall, the fucking continued.
"PAH PAH PAH PAH!!"
And Madam Lin masturbated.
