Two nimble fingers slowly and gently dug back and forth along her flower path, like searching for eel in a muddy pond.
Gujii gujii...
The wet sounds echoed endlessly; bursts of hot fluids secreted from the hidden passage slowly trickled out, coating Lin Hao's fingers, and the leaking fluids soaked a patch of the sheet.
The young married woman's taste was exquisite and juicy, with a plentiful spring. At thirty, a woman was in her wolfish, tigerish prime—once her desires were ignited, the resulting flood could never be contained again.
"Mm... mm... good little... brother... enough... I'm coming again... ah... ah ah..."
The alluring, sexy woman moaned voluptuously, only making Lin Hao work even harder.
As two fingers dove and probed inside, his thumb pressed the swollen red bead at the top, gently massaging it.
