"You're so big! So long! So thick!" Su Muchen leaned against him, whispering softly in his ear.
"Witch, don't you like it?" Lin Hao said mischievously, feeling the beauty's hand suddenly squeeze, making his whole body shiver.
"I like it! I like it big and thick, brother-in-law, close your eyes, and I promise you'll feel good!" Su Muchen, blushing with shyness, continued to whisper sweet nothings.
Meanwhile, her hand began to move, skilled and adept.
Originally a bit resisting and at a loss, Lin Hao thought about how they had done it many times, so he let go.
He half closed his eyes, looking at the beauty's face flushed with shyness, and his gaze fell on her deep cleavage.
"Want to touch?" Su Muchen's voice sounded again.
Lin Hao immediately felt his hand being grabbed by the mature woman, and it went directly inside the neckline of her dress, feeling that soft firmness.
The thrill was different from touching Su Muyun, precisely because Su Muchen was larger and rounder.
