That tiny little backdoor, which had never been visited by anyone, was just blown open by her brother-in-law's finger, and damn, she never thought it could be this intense, this fucking thrilling.
It was the first time this mature housewife had ever been played with like that by a man. Especially when his tongue flicked across her petals, it stoked the fire in her belly until it was raging completely out of control, sending her passion skyrocketing to the brink.
With such overwhelming pleasure, Su Muchen couldn't help but twist her hips, her two soft, snowy peaks on her chest swaying hypnotically with every motion, making her irresistibly seductive.
The flawless twin peaks were like two pristine porcelain bowls turned upside down, skin creamy white and tender, with no hint of sag—if anything, they were even slightly perky, perfectly inviting.
Honestly, just those snow-white mounds alone would be enough for someone to want to play with for a lifetime, never letting go.
