He took a deep breath and slowly thrust his penis into Pang Wanjing's beautiful body. As he withdrew, he could feel every inch of the tender flesh inside her tight vagina rubbing against his shaft.
Between Pang Wanjing's two snow-white buttocks, a thick penis, encircled by blue veins, was firmly embedded in her honeyed orifice.
As he slowly withdrew, the pink flesh inside Pang Wanjing's vagina seemed to linger, clinging to his penis as if reluctant to leave, being pulled outwards. He saw a layer of milky-white fluid on his penis—was this evidence of arousal?
At this moment, Zhao An's penis was completely withdrawn, covered in a white, cheese-like fluid. The base of the coronal sulcus was now exposed, and the lowest edge of the glans was visible.
Pang Wanjing's vaginal opening was stretched to its maximum. Her face was slightly flushed. As Zhao An's penis withdrew, her cheeks twitched slightly, revealing a blissful expression as she savored the pleasure of rubbing against Zhao An's genitals. After a brief pause, a sharp crack echoed…
Zhao An's penis plunged in fully, his hips finally slamming against Pang Wanjing's buttocks, and the moment that crisp sound rang out…
Zhao An stopped thrusting again.
But he pressed his hips tightly against Pang Wanjing's buttocks, leaving no gap, inserting his penis to the hilt into Pang Wanjing's vagina.
His glans had penetrated deep into Pang Wanjing's uterus, this fully developed uterus, ready to nurture the fruit of their love!
Pang Wanjing involuntarily stuck out her tongue, her body surging with pleasure, the explosive force reaching her cervix through the glans.
Each thrust sent her trembling violently.
The pleasure was so intense, so intense that even as a mature woman, she couldn't withstand it!
"Teacher...I...I don't believe it anymore...Ah...No more...I can't take it...It's too deep..."
"It's still early...Auntie...Call me husband..."
Zhao An thrust in again forcefully, stopping only when the head of his penis touched the cervix and was blocked by it.
He licked Pang Wanjing's earlobe with his tongue. "That way I'll ejaculate faster!"
"H-Husband!"
Pang Wanjing felt incredibly ashamed. She was actually calling a young man her husband! A woman in her fifties, yet so shameless.
But after saying it, a decadent pleasure rose within her.
This was a feeling she had never experienced before. Was this a woman's pleasure?
"Ugh...Ah..."
The moment Zhao An penetrated her completely, Pang Wanjing's head shot back, letting out a suppressed groan.
Her hair fell down on either side.
This time, her face was finally visible.
Her eyes were closed, her brows slightly furrowed. Whether from pain, stimulation, or something else, her legs trembled slightly, the trembling rapid and even.
At this moment, Pang Wanjing reached her climax, her first climax, but certainly not her last.
"It's coming, wife, I'm going to fill you up, make you pregnant!"
Zhao An, supporting Pang Wanjing's hips, began a rapid and frenzied thrusting.
Each time, he pulled out completely, then plunged in again…
Zhao An's hairy hips slammed against Pang Wanjing's snow-white, round buttocks, creating ripples and producing loud, crisp sounds of flesh colliding.
"Mmm… ah… come on… cum… husband… I can't take it…"
Pang Wanjing let out a beautiful, melodious moan, a cry-like groan, her delicate body heaving back and forth with Zhao An's thrusts.
Her brows were furrowed, seemingly enduring immense pain. The tender flesh inside her vagina was being scraped back and forth by her husband's enormous glans, bringing her intense pleasure.
Since she had fallen, and could still call him "husband" the first time, then "husband" seemed perfectly normal and casual afterward.
How could he refuse an invitation from a mature woman!
Zhao An tightly gripped Pang Wanjing's slender waist, repeatedly thrusting his incredibly thick penis deep into the depths of her vagina.
Their genitals were already splattered with vaginal fluid…
Zhao An's penis was like a pump, continuously drawing out streams of vaginal fluid mixed with pre-ejaculate from deep within Pang Wanjing's vagina. The fluid, after flowing out, was slapped away by Zhao An's hips and scrotum, splashing onto their thighs, pubic hair, and the floor, leaving traces of their love juice everywhere.
Slowly, with the splashing of vaginal fluid…
The sounds of their bodies colliding changed. The crisp, resonant slapping of their bodies was now mixed with the squelching, smacking sounds of their sticky, viscous fluids rubbing together. All the sounds and movements combined to create the climax of their lovemaking.
Pang Wanjing's eyes were half-closed, her face glazed over, a fine layer of sweat covering her body. She swayed her body, enduring her husband's thrusts.
The pleasure of this face-to-face impact was too intense.
Looking at the man's handsome face, her heart pounding, she offered her own red lips in a passionate kiss. She wanted more, she wanted to be with the man before her forever!
Her increasingly rapid breathing showed that her nostrils were no longer sufficient for her needs.
Sweat beaded on Zhao An's dark, muscular body. His hands caressed Pang Wanjing's buttocks and slender waist, like petting a pet…
Meanwhile, his thrusting continued.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Zhao An's hips gently slapped against Pang Wanjing's buttocks, producing a soft yet clear thud.
Pang Wanjing's buttocks rippled with flesh as his thick, veined penis repeatedly thrust in and out of her honeyed orifice, the connection so tight and mysterious.
Each time he withdrew, Pang Wanjing's labia would evert, even revealing a sliver of the pink vaginal wall.
Each time he thrust in, her labia would evert, even inserting a few of Pang Wanjing's pubic hairs into her vagina, like a brush constantly scrubbing the depths of her honeyed orifice.
Although the thrusting was slow, the stimulation it brought to Pang Wanjing was all the more pronounced.
"Mmm...ah...husband...oh...I can't take it anymore...husband...I'm coming again...sob...it feels so good..."
As Zhao An continued thrusting, his penis moving in and out of Pang Wanjing's vagina, she let out suppressed moans, twisting her body to match the rhythm of Zhao An's thrusts, her waist moving back and forth like a piston, her vagina rising and falling.