"Ah... so good... ah ah... I can't anymore... ah ah ah... I'm coming... ah ah ah..."
With her moans, her secret passage clenched rhythmically, hot spurts of Silver Essence gushing out in waves.
Lin Hao only felt as if a fountain inside was erupting with bursts of heat, "puchi puchi."
Though it didn't have the explosive power of his own shots, it was like a hot spring, soaking his big rod.
As more and more juices sprayed out from inside, Lin Hao suddenly sped up his thrusting, ramming hard against the deepest part of her flower stamen.
The milf's flower core was very sensitive; being hit so deep sent waves of pleasure rushing from her lower belly straight to her head, making her body straighten involuntarily, legs drawing back, vaginal muscles contracting, clamping down tight on Lin Hao's big rod.
Because she practiced yoga, her secret passage was tight like a lock, gripping the iron-hard rod so firmly that it triggered his urge to shoot.
