He fondled them gently, kneading the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over her leaking nipples then squeezed a little harder, coaxing more warm milk out in slow drips that ran down her curves and soaked into the sheets.
Gu Mama whimpered between moans, body shaking, thighs trembling around his waist.
Her vision started to blur from how intense it all felt every thrust sending fresh sparks through her nerves.
She hugged his shoulders tighter, fingers digging into his back as she pulled him closer.
"Little Chen… deeper… please… keep going…" she gasped, voice heavy with need.
Yang Chen growled low against her neck, hips never slowing, deep, steady, relentless. He kept pounding into her, letting her feel every inch, every pulse, every grind against her sensitive walls.
The bed creaked under them, sheets twisting as she arched and ground back against him. Their bodies slapped together wetly, sweat mixing, her pussy squelching loudly around his thick shaft with every thrust.
