The Invincible Son-in-law

So embarrassing! It's really too embarrassing!

Lin Hao didn't expect that when the two said they would do it, they actually went ahead and started.

The most annoying thing was that their voices were so loud, completely disregarding the feelings of others.

"Mmm... Mmm... be gentle! Uh... Ah ah..." The woman next door suddenly started moaning.

After hearing this, it instantly revitalized one's spirit, especially the sound of the rhythmic pounding, each hit resonating with the hearts of Lin Hao and the beauty in his arms covering her face.

Lin Hao leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "It's so intense! How long do you think this guy can last?"

"You... you're so bad! I'm not talking to you!" Liao Jiarong struggled to get up.

Lin Hao didn't give her the chance, pulling her back into his arms, causing the beauty to hurriedly cover her chest in fright.

"Don't go! I haven't finished massaging your shoulders yet?" Lin Hao said with a mischievous grin.

"It's so noisy next door, how can I enjoy a massage? Let me go." Liao Jiarong's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, wanting to escape the clutches of this rascal.

Elite hunters often appear as prey.

Liao Jiarong was undoubtedly such an elite hunter, easily understanding Lin Hao's mischievous intentions, yet pretending to be coy.

"Don't move! I'm massaging you." Lin Hao reached out to massage the beauty's shoulders, causing the beauty to clutch her chest in fear.

The sounds of pounding and moaning from next door continued to ripple through, making Liao Jiarong's hidden place feel itchy, while below, Lin Hao hardened as well.

Their lust was hard to contain, yet they calmed themselves, listening to the coupling sounds from next door, which was just too wicked.

Liao Jiarong didn't dare to look into Lin Hao's eager eyes, eyes which seemed to glint in the dim light. She suddenly turned to embrace him, burying her face in his chest.

"Ms. Rong, are you throwing yourself at me?" Lin Hao's voice echoed in her ear.

Smelling the scent of Lin Hao's masculinity, Liao Jiarong felt her whole body go soft, as if her entire skin had become more sensitive.

Lin Hao's hand, which had been massaging the shoulder, slowly slid down, inching into the neckline of the spaghetti strap dress, trying to climb up to those proud peaks.

Unfortunately, Liao Jiarong pressed his hand down firmly, not allowing him to continue, though with little resistance, eventually letting Lin Hao have his way.

Lin Hao's hand ascended the soft peaks, gently kneading them, and played with the beauty's large grapes.

After her sensitive area on her chest was breached, Liao Jiarong's defenses crumbled, begging, "Lin Hao, no! Don't..."

"No? Why do I feel like you want it?" Lin Hao smirked, turning her over, and with hands plunged inside the neckline, he played with her breasts recklessly.

This gentle kneading was like opening the door to a mature woman's desires, making Liao Jiarong's face blush with rosy shame, panting softly as she let out a low cry.

"Mmm... Mmm... Ah ah... Ah ah ah..."

Liao Jiarong bit her lip hard, yet could not stop the joyful moans from escaping her throat.

The woman's cries next door grew louder, seemingly reaching a climax, shouting "Harder! Even harder!", igniting the flames of desire in both of them.

Lin Hao pulled down the dress strap and then yanked down the lace bra, revealing two soft white mounds, simply irresistible.

"Don't... don't... you're so bad!" Liao Jiarong covered the mounds with her hands, feeling too ashamed to show her face.

Lin Hao forcefully grabbed her hands and pressed them away, revealing the trembling breasts, and his mouth dove down to feast on them.

Liao Jiarong's body trembled, feeling her big cherries being engulfed by Lin Hao before being released again.

"Suck... suck…" Lin Hao sucked contentedly, without restraint.

The burst of pleasure made Liao Jiarong unconsciously embrace his head, holding him tightly, seemingly wanting this endless pleasure.

At the same time, Lin Hao's hand lifted the skirt up, and his large hand plunged into her panties, caressing her mysterious lair of honey.

"Don't..." Liao Jiarong tensed up again, wanting to shield herself below.

Unfortunately, after she reached out her hand, not only did she fail to stop Lin Hao's caresses, but instead, the hand slickly slipped into the honey cave. The M|V|LE&MPYR team worked hard on this chapter.

Within the honey cave, a stream was already flowing smoothly, clearly aroused by the earlier stimulation, the lovely sister had already become emotional.

As the fingers slipped into the narrow path, Liao Jiarong's legs tightened suddenly, appearing as though trying to clench his fingers, letting Lin Hao savor the tightness and closeness.

Under Lin Hao's attentions, Liao Jiarong had completely lost her will to resist, eyes half-closed and slightly parted lips panting, her flushed face like the colorful clouds in the sky.

Among the beauties Lin Hao had met, she was one who, once stimulated, her face would turn heatedly red.

This kind of woman was cute. Just from looking at her facial expressions, one could tell if she was ready to accept further indulgence.

Lin Hao lifted Liao Jiarong upwards, letting her lie in his arms, and seeing those rosy lips, kissed her deeply.

"Mmm mmm mmm..." Liao Jiarong responded to his demands as best as she could.

Lin Hao lifted her skirt, then caressed the overgrown patch of sensitivity, inserting two fingers again, digging in.

"Mmm mmm mmm... gentle... ah ah ah..." Liao Jiarong tightly pressed her lips together, afraid she'd cry out loud.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from next door, clearly the man had climaxed.

And at that very moment, Liao Jiarong's orgasm coincidently followed, her narrow path contracted powerfully as spurts of hot white fluids gushed out, like a fountain.

Lin Hao's fingers were covered in white viscous liquid, which he brought up to Liao Jiarong's eyes, saying with a playful grin, "Ms. Rong, look at what you sprayed out. Doesn't it feel much better after releasing?"

"You're so bad! No more..." Liao Jiarong disdainfully avoided it.

Lin Hao picked up a tissue to wipe his fingers clean, then embraced the beautiful sister again, kissing her.

This time, Liao Jiarong didn't resist anymore. Instead, she obediently held him, doing her best to respond to his demands.

Lin Hao's hand inserted into the beauty sister's narrow path again, shuttling in and out, clearly intending to bring her to climax with just his fingers.

It must be said, Lin Hao's hand skills were also quite impressive, continuously accelerating in and out, causing Liao Jiarong to feel one orgasm after another, continuous waves of pleasure making her gush out once more.

After the successive events, Liao Jiarong sank down exhaustedly, her coquettish shyness hiding in his arms, not daring to meet Lin Hao's eyes.

"So? Was it good?" Lin Hao whispered in her ear.

Liao Jiarong, blushing profusely, merely nodded, eyes filled with tender affection, gorgeously alluring.

It's said that a woman, after being nourished, is like a tender flower after being watered, blooming into a splendid display.