Any man knows, fucking your ex-wife is a special kind of thrill.
His right forefinger and middle finger tenderly played with the most sensitive tip, sending sparks of electricity crackling through his ex-wife's brain, each wave hitting her hard, making her head buzz.
His other hand caressed those proud, perky mounds, teasing the two red buds like a pianist playing keys, the double assault making Su Muyun's mind go hazy, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.
"Ah... aah... don't... mmm..." Su Muyun moaned, her legs squeezing tight, then loosening, then clamping down again.
She felt her secret channel below flexing and fluttering, the quivering walls inside undulating, and soon a clear spring trickled down, pooling warm and wet.
Staring at her ex-husband as he toyed with her, Su Muyun felt a rush so intense words failed her—the climax hit all at once, a white-hot explosion.
"Ahhh... so good... so itchy... mmm... I want..."
