"Xuening, does it feel good..."
"Xuening, Dad..."
Ming Yuan's excited shout echoed continuously.
Accompanied by Zhu Yuling's high-pitched and utterly wanton screams.
Through the gap in the curtains, two pale bodies could be seen inside; Zhu Yuling was kneeling on the bed, her two snow-white, voluptuous buttocks raised high. She was forty, and her skin wasn't as tight as a young woman's anymore, her figure not as good either, with a small belly.
And the man was behind her, tirelessly tilling...
Oh!
After a while, Ming Yuan called out once more, and then there was silence as he started breathing heavily, clearly having finished the battle.
"Yuling, don't be mad. I told you, it's you that I love. It's just that, doing it too often, there's no freshness anymore. This way, it's a bit exciting, isn't it? Didn't you feel that I was more powerful than usual?"
It seemed that Zhu Yuling was somewhat upset, and Ming Yuan kept consoling her, flattering away.
