Pang Wanjing could clearly feel a surge of heat flowing into her body, filling her uterus, making her entire lower abdomen feel warm.
The man's semen was incredibly hot; the intense heat combined with the powerful thrusts caused her to groan softly. Her beautiful legs clamped around Zhao An's waist, trying to make him ejaculate more and deeper.
That way, she could get pregnant!
Pang Wanjing didn't resist the idea of getting pregnant.
She desperately wanted to give Zhao An a child.
Whether it was a boy or a girl.
As long as she could give the man she loved a child, she would be content.
The thought of herself, already at her age, yet experiencing a second spring, and having a child with a man younger than her son...
This overwhelming sense of shame made her unable to resist kissing Zhao An's large lips passionately.
Zhao An placed his hand in Pang Wanjing's mouth, and the mature woman immediately understood, sucking on his finger like a cat licking its master's finger—utterly submissive, as long as her master was happy.
"Good girl! It's still early, let's go again!"
Although it was a request for her opinion.
Zhao An had already started moving, pressing down on Pang Wanjing and continuing to thrust.
The wonderful friction of flesh always excites, the glans being continuously rubbed, in close contact with the tender flesh of her vagina.
"Mmm..."
The sounds of flesh colliding filled the room again, this time not particularly frequent, but rhythmic, once per second, tender and affectionate, keeping the woman in a continuous upward spiral.
Zhao An tightly embraced Pang Wanjing's somewhat plump waist, repeatedly inserting his incredibly thick penis into the deepest part of Pang Wanjing's 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, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding were now mixed with the squelching, sticky friction of their vaginal fluid; all the sounds and movements combined to create the climax of their lovemaking.
"Wife…you're so good…you're so tight down there…"
Zhao An panted, his mind already calculating how to devour Wang Mei.
He was such a beast, having sex with one woman while thinking of another, his desires never satisfied.
Even after ejaculating, he still wanted a second, a third.
"Oh...husband...you're...the best..."
Pang Wanjing didn't know how to moan.
Even in their previous sexual encounters, she hadn't experienced the source of pleasure.
At this moment, she was simply moving her hips according to her body's natural reaction, responding to her man.
Women don't need to be taught; they naturally know how to please a man.
Pang Wanjing's eyes were half-closed, her face glazed, and a fine layer of sweat covered her body as she swayed, 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 surged with excitement, and she offered him 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 hips continued their thrusting.
Slap, slap, slap!
Zhao An's hips gently slapped and struck Pang Wanjing's buttocks, producing soft yet clear impact sounds.
Pang Wanjing's buttocks rippled with flesh as his thick, veined penis repeatedly moved in and out of her honeyed orifice, the connection so tight and mysterious.
Each time it withdrew, Pang Wanjing's labia would evert, even revealing a sliver of pink vaginal wall.
Each time it thrust in, her labia would evert, even inserting a few of Pang Wanjing's pubic hairs into her vagina, like a brush constantly washing the depths of her honeyed orifice.
Although the thrusting was slow, the stimulation it brought to Pang Wanjing was all the more intense.
"Mmm...ah...husband...oh...I can't take it anymore...husband...I'm coming again...wooo...it feels so good..."
As Zhao An continued thrusting, his penis moved 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 hips moving back and forth like pistons, her vagina rising and falling.
"It's still early tonight, only nine o'clock!"
Zhao An bit Pang Wanjing's earlobe...
Looking at the panting mature woman beneath him.
Although she wasn't beautiful, her looks were ordinary.
But in his eyes, she was so captivating.
Truly beautiful women are rare, beauties like his mother are even rarer, and most women are like her, ordinary in appearance but possessing a unique charm.
"Oh...husband..."
Pang Wanjing's eyes were filled with love. The physical pleasure had opened her heart to Zhao An, even though she felt ashamed to give herself to a man so young.
But the unrestrained joy made it impossible for her to turn back.