The phone rang, but Song Huili didn't have ti to answer. She was in the throes of orgasm, her whole body trembling, her toes tense, passionately sucking on Zhao An's outstretched finger like a kitten. Her small, fragrant tongue danced nimbly on his finger, her eyes filled with an intense, almost dripping, allure. Her voluptuous, soft body bore the increasingly intense thrusts of Zhao An; that's the advantage of a sensual body—no matter how strong the man's thrusts, it could withstand them steadily.
Zhao An, reaching the peak of pleasure, simply picked Song Huili up and, walking around the room while continuing his assault, snapped his fingers, causing the phone to float in the air. Seeing this, Song Huili, her eyes glazed, opened her mouth slightly in surprise. Her love for Zhao An had only intensified. Although surprised, she wasn't curious; already conquered by Zhao An, she wasn't curious about anything he did.
When passion runs deep, anything is easily accepted. Now, if you asked Song Huili to bark or crawl like a dog, she would do it without hesitation, as long as it pleased Zhao An. Her love had reached its peak because she had experienced so many orgasms, so incredibly pleasurable, incomparable to anything before. Now her legs were a little sore and weak; she was almost too exhausted to walk.
"Oh...hello?" Song Huili said coquettishly, one hand on the edge of the table, her high heels jutting out her buttocks to make it easier for Zhao An to enter from behind.
"What are you doing? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone!" Bai Yan's tone was rude, even angry.
"Oh...I was chatting...with...Young Master An...ah..." Song Huili didn't hide anything, but instead used a little trick. She could feel that this act of having sex while talking on the phone with her husband made him even more excited, his penis swelling even more, filling her vagina completely once again.
"Young Master An? Which Young Master An?" Bai Yan hadn't even reacted yet. "You filthy bitch, have you been sleeping with another man? I'll beat you to death!"
Before Song Huili could speak, Zhao An interrupted, still brutally ravaging her cunt. "I'm Zhao An. What, you think you're so great?"
Bai Yan still hadn't reacted. "Who the hell are you? You dare ss with my wife? You're dead!"
"Heh, is that so? Then I'll wait and see. Co and hit . I'm fucking your wife right now. Not only am I fucking her now, but I'm also taking her away. I'll fuck her every day from now on, get her pregnant! Co on, listen carefully, your wife is so wet, fuck, she's so tight, it feels so good!" Zhao An's tone was mocking as he moved the phone to the point of intercourse.
Slap, slap! Each collision produced a lewd, wet sound. There was so much vaginal fluid that the squelching sounds were incessant. Even when his penis was pulled out, it brought out a lot of vaginal fluid. Song Huili was also excited. The feeling of openly cheating, trampling on morality, was exhilarating. Her vagina, which should have been enjoyed by her husband, was now being enjoyed by a man other than him, bypassing moral constraints, and without a condom. The friction between their flesh was completely unrestricted; each thrust felt like a hamr pounding on her soul, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
Bai Yan was about to unleash a torrent of curses, the vicious words already on his lips, when his mind finally registered. Tonight's banquet for Bai Qingyang, the heir of the Bai family, had a heavyweight guest: Zhao An, a mber of a collateral branch of the family, who hadn't returned. Many people had to defer to him, and he was indeed a genius. How could he afford to offend such a genius!
Thinking this, Bai Yan swallowed back the words he was about to utter, nearly injuring himself in the process. His face turned bright red, like a monkey's bottom, making the scene incredibly comical.
Upon hearing Zhao An's domineering words, Song Huili seed to lt completely. Her vagina contracted forcefully, her mouth opened wide as if to scream but was blocked, unable to utter a sound. Her whole body tensed, her long white legs straightened, and she sprang up, her ten jade toes curling forcefully towards the soles of her feet, seemingly reaching an unparalleled climax! "Oh...husband...so amazing...I'm climaxing...it's coming...ah...so comfortable...husband..."
On the other end of the phone, Bai Yan's face alternated between pale and purple. He didn't know what he was feeling; a strange feeling welled up inside him. He had previously considered using his wife as a bargaining chip, but although Song Huili was seductive in bed, she wasn't the kind of woman who would sleep with anyone. She imdiately refused. She couldn't accept sleeping with a man she didn't love, which caused her feelings for Bai Yan to change drastically. Without love, there was naturally no marital life. Enraged, Bai Yan declared that his wife was a slut, promiscuous, and tried his best to play the victim to gain sympathy.
However, those who accepted him were all looking to have sex with Song Huili, and Song Huili could never accept such a thing. This led to one thing: their relationship plumted to a freezing point. Bai Yan, having broken his promise to offer his wife, was also disliked by everyone, pleasing neither side.
On the phone, all that could be heard was Zhao An's lewd laughter and Song Huili's heavy breathing, along with what sounded like sizzling kisses. Judging from the sounds, it was incredibly intense; it was like adulterers were having sex right in front of him. He had beco an aphrodisiac, a catalyst for their excitent! Bai Yan even wondered if Zhao An had used a condom when he had sex with his wife, and if he had ejaculated inside her!
Not long after, the sounds of flesh colliding resud on the other end of the phone, interspersed with Song Huili's seductive moans, "Oh... dear husband... dear husband... ah... dear brother... fuck your... sister to death... ah... good brother... my... good son-in-law husband... ah... fuck ... fuck auntie to death... fuck mother-in-law's cunt raw... ah... fuck ... oh... so good... such a thick cock... it's reaching my cervix, ah... so big... thicker than Bai Yan's cock... ah... three tis longer, oh... he's a piece of trash... oh... husband... you're my husband... fuck ... ah..."
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