Wang Yue leaned down and captured Su Nuanyue’s lips in a deep kiss.
In the throes of passion, she responded feverishly, extending her pink tongue to tangle with his, sucking and licking at him with unbridled greed.
As they remained entwined, Wang Yue continued to ravage her with a dual assault of mouth and mber.
The valley echoed with the wet, lewd sounds of "squelch, squelch" from her sex and the "smack, smack" of their frantic kissing, creating an atmosphere of total debauchery.
"Husband... mmph... my good man... ohhh... I’m dying of bliss... oh... it feels too good..."
"My dear husband... my love... your big cock... it’s too incredible... it’s making my sex... so hot... so itchy... fuck hard... ohhh... harder... yes... my sex feels so beautiful... ahhh... oh... my dear husband... my big-cocked husband... big-cocked brother... nngh... it’s too much pleasure, it’s killing ... mmph... you’re making your woman feel so good... fast... I’m dying of joy... oh..."
The intense sexual stimulation didn’t just drive Su Nuanyue into a frenzy of wanton cries; it filled Wang Yue with an exhilarating excitent.
He hoisted her pale, smooth legs onto his shoulders and pulled a pillow from his spatial storage to prop up her heavy, rounded buttocks, angling her sex even higher.
As he continued to thrust, Wang Yue looked down to watch his purple-red shaft sliding in and out of her tender pink folds.
Every ti he pulled back, her fluids would glisten on his mber and sar across her snowy-white, ample hips. The sight of such filth and beauty combined sent a surge of adrenaline through him.
"Ahhhh! Mmph... so... so good... dear husband... my love... I feel so good... how... how can you be so amazing... you’ve been doing this... for so long... and you’re still so hard... it’s scorching ... mmph... ohhh... this position... it feels too good... you can go even deeper... ahhhh... my husband... my dear brother... what a wonderful big cock... you’re making feel so good... no... don’t..."
In the middle of her joyous wailing, her lips—which had just whispered "don’t"—were suddenly silenced as Wang Yue lunged forward with all his strength. Su Nuanyue’s entire body went rigid and arched backward, the rest of her words trapped in her throat.
Seeing her tossed about between life and death by the pleasure, Wang Yue felt a surge of triumph and began to tease her.
"Heh... my little slut... don’t? Don’t what? Don’t..."
"Mmph... you... you’re terrible... Husband... my love... don’t... don’t stop! Ahhhh... ohhh... yes... just like that... ahhhh... Husband, you’re fucking so well... keep going... keep fucking my little sex... mmph..."
Having cast aside everything, Su Nuanyue had been transford by her own nephew from a delicate, bashful lady into a total wanton, her cries of ecstasy never-ending.
This transformation only heightened Wang Yue’s pleasure. He worked his thick mber even more vigorously, sprinting within her narrow folds.
Every lunge reached the very depths of the woman who had once birthed Yang Cancan; he wanted her to taste the true aning of "dying of bliss." He saw this fierce lovemaking as compensation for the panic his earlier forceful approach had caused.
"Ohhh... ahhhh... nngh... Husband... good... I feel so good... fuck ... fuck hard... fast... faster... mmph... it’s too intense... ohhh... ahhhh... so good... I’m dying... My big-cocked husband... you’re too powerful... you’re going to break ... mmph... ahhhh... it’s so exciting... why... how can you... be so amazing... you’re going to kill ... mmph... ohhh... ahhh... I can’t... I... I can’t take any more... I’m going to leak... fast... plug my... sex... it’s coming... ahhhh... it’s coming out!"
Under the frantic friction of her nephew’s mber, Su Nuanyue began to tremble violently again. Her tight internal walls began to suck at him desperately, and in an instant, she erupted with a fresh flood of concentrated nectar.
Though she sprayed across his length, Wang Yue’s mber remained rock-solid and upright, still plugged deep within her flushed, engorged sex.
"Mmph... good... Husband... darling... you’ve driven mad... nngh... you’re so powerful... ah... don’t move... ah..."
Even after her release, her sex continued to pulse and contract around him.
The relentless continued assault was almost more than her hyper-sensitized body could handle. She clung to him with a mix of exhaustion and excitent, hoping he might pause just for a mont.
"Husband, I’m dying of pleasure! You’ve fucked so well... mm... you’re too strong... still so hard... I—I can still take it, but... let catch my breath before we go again..."
In her heart, she truly wanted to satisfy her man and receive more of his love.
She wanted to keep welcoming him, but her body—experiencing the true power of Wang Yue’s massive mber for the first ti—was struggling to adapt; every climax left her with a faint, throbbing ache.
But Wang Yue, driven by raw desire, had no intention of stopping. He kept working her, though he slowed his pace and moderated his strength slightly.
Feeling the urgency of the man atop her, Su Nuanyue bit her lower lip and endured the strain.
She submitted to his hunger, letting him continue to use her. To please him, even though she was truly exhausted, she continued to cry out with joy.
"Oh... Husband, my dear man... if you want it, then take it... kill with it... I’m yours... however you want to fuck , just do it... I’ll let you... my sex feels so good... it’s so much happiness... mmph... ohhh... you’re such a man... to take so many tis and still... still be this strong... I’m so happy... ohhh..."
"Heh... my little slut, your sex is too beautiful... I can’t help myself. Co on, let’s change positions. Let your husband dote on you properly, heh..."
Smiling lewdly, Wang Yue’s hands road over her body until they reached her hips. With a gentle but firm pressure, he guided her.
Even as naive as she was, Su Nuanyue knew exactly what her powerful little man wanted.
The thought of being taken in such a shaful posture filled her with bashfulness, but out of her deep love for him, she submissively complied.
"Mmh... you... you’re not allowed to laugh at !"
With a soft, shy response, she hesitated for only a mont before following his lead. She climbed up and knelt on the bed, propped up on her hands with her snowy-white, tempting hips hoisted high.
In this position, she allowed Wang Yue to view all her most private places from behind—a ntal stimulation that made her feel both intensely shy and incredibly aroused.
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