The Invincible Son-in-law

Stimulating Sister Lingling's little slutty pussy like this, it instantly became itchy, empty, as if it was desperate to find something to fill it up.

"Mm... mm mm... ah ah... ah..."

Huang Wanling pressed her lips together, looking at Lin Hao with a face full of resentment, seductive and bewitching, as if she was left wanting more.

With Xiaomei's caresses, crystal clear liquid slowly began to run from the tender, red little slit, sparkling transparently, with enticing threads stretching between them.

Lin Hao felt waves of heat surging through his entire body, as if he was set aflame. He couldn't help but press down on his already rock-hard cock, wishing he could just plunge it right into Sister Lingling immediately.

Luo Yimei was so wicked, her fingers slowly invading the enticing secret place of the little beauty, even digging and stirring around inside.

"Ah... ah ah... it tickles! Xiaomei, you're so bad!"

Sister Lingling's moans grew louder and louder, her delicate body starting to writhe.

Her flawless white figure twisted on the couch like a beautiful serpent swimming, making Lin Hao's eyes go wide—he wanted to reach out and feel that delicate, smooth skin for himself.

"Xiaolingling, behave! Don't move around!" Luo Yimei grinned mischievously, then had the nerve to run her tongue along those tender lips.

"Ah ah ah..." Huang Wanling felt incredible, wetter than ever.

Lin Hao had sharp eyes, watching those trembling lips contract and swell, obviously wanting to suck Xiaomei's fingers inside—but her fingers were too slender to fill it properly.

"Brother-in-law, aren't you coming over?" Luo Yimei turned her head and looked at Lin Hao, flashing him a devilish smile.

Lin Hao couldn't hold back anymore. He shrugged off his jacket, stood up and walked over, undoing his belt and pulling off his pants, taking his tight underwear with them, revealing his stiff, throbbing cock.

But instead of immediately thrusting into Sister Lingling's honey pot, he grabbed Luo Yimei's head, bringing his cock right to her mouth.

Luo Yimei understood exactly what he wanted—her mouth opened, wrapping around that thick rod, though it was so long that it hit the back of her throat, with a good chunk still left outside.

Worried about hurting her throat, Lin Hao quickly pulled back a bit, letting Luo Yimei adjust to the length and thickness of the massive shaft.

"Ah... mm... slurp..." Xiaomei obediently licked and sucked, helping him out sweetly.

Meanwhile, Lin Hao's big hands were already clutching at Sister Lingling's twin snow-white peaks, kneading them hard.

"Ah... ah ah..." Sister Lingling felt that Lin Hao's hands had a wondrous magic power.

When Luo Yimei groped her, it wasn't the same at all—the strength and dominance in Lin Hao's grip made both her peaks feel incredible, a completely new sensation.

Sister Lingling couldn't help herself either; her hands reached out to stroke Lin Hao's firm chest, teasing his little red buds.

A wildly erotic scene played out in the hall.

Luo Yimei bobbed her head on Lin Hao's cock while fingering Lingling, and Lin Hao and Sister Lingling caressed each other, the three of them lost in the pleasure, making moans and whimpers as they sunk into euphoric bliss.

No one knew how long they'd been tangled together when, suddenly, Sister Lingling grabbed onto Lin Hao, crying out.

"Ah... ah ah... Lin, I want it! I want it..."

Luo Yimei saw that Sister Lingling was nearly consumed by desire; she quickly made room and pulled Lin Hao over.

Lin Hao gently parted her smooth thighs, aimed his cock at her delicate honey hole, and with a wet squelch, plunged in.

Ah—

Sister Lingling let out a long, uninhibited cry, tilting her head back, gasping sharply, bliss and pain flashing across her face.

Lin Hao's cock was just too long, and her tight passage too short—he slammed all the way to the end, his tip kissing her cervix, sending her mind spinning with pleasure.

Hoo...

Lin Hao exhaled heavily, gritting his teeth, feeling like his cock might be squeezed in two by her clenching grip.

That tight, wet tunnel—it was only her second time taking a man, but it felt even better, even freer than the first.

That first time, it had hurt, made her feel like she was being torn open, but soon after, she'd begun to bloom with pleasure.

This time, though, it was totally different. Luo Yimei's thorough foreplay had warmed her up, getting her ready—and she'd even begged for it herself.

Lin Hao slowly pulled his cock out, watching the narrow slit close up bit by bit, then plunged right back in.

That tight entry—like opening a heavy door—gave him waves of warmth and wetness, her inner walls pulsing around him, making Lin Hao feel better than he ever had before.

"Lin, you're too gentle, be rougher..."

As she said it, a blush rose on Sister Lingling's face, her beauty almost unreal in its embarrassment.

Pa pa pa...

Lin Hao started thrusting harder, his motions quick and forceful, the sharp wet sounds echoing through the hall.

Luo Yimei, the little minx, moved in and wrapped her lips around Sister Lingling's cherry-pink nipples, sucking eagerly.

"Mm... ah... ah ah... ah ah ah..."

With pleasure attacking her on two fronts, Sister Lingling's moans grew faster and louder.

Her hands weren't idle, either—she helped Xiaomei out of her clothes and bra, revealing her own soft, snowy peaks.

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Lin Hao looked at Xiaomei's subtly oval, perky breasts, wanting to reach out and grope them, but the distance was too great to reach.

Sister Lingling's hands seized Xiaomei's breasts, gripping hard, as if she wanted to steady her body against Lin Hao's relentless pounding.

Pa pa pa...

Lin Hao kept thrusting away, bottoming out in Sister Lingling every time—his balls slapped her tender opening, making her squirm in ecstatic bliss.

Suddenly, Lin Hao lifted Luo Yimei's skirt, tugging down her black stockings and panties to reveal her plump, soft lips below.

Luo Yimei felt the cool air and quickly clapped her hands down between her legs.

She was on her hands and knees at the moment, her bottom lifted high and her sex totally exposed to Lin Hao; maybe it made her feel shy—that's why she instinctively tried to cover herself up.

"Brother-in-law, don't..."

Luo Yimei turned to look at Lin Hao, a little pleading and conflicted.

After all, Lin Hao was her brother-in-law, and also her older cousin's in-law. If they really did something, how would she ever face Ms. Mu Yun again?

But Lin Hao didn't care about her pleas—instead, he forced her hands aside, groping her delicate folds, sliding two fingers right in.

"Ah—"

Luo Yimei yelped from the sudden attack, clamping her body upward, trying to push those two fingers out, but Lin Hao just drove them even deeper, hooking them to stroke her special spot inside.

Even more wicked, Lin Hao curled his fingers and pulled her body straight, holding her firmly in place.

"Brother-in-law, no... please..."

"It's not like it's your first time. Didn't we have fun last time too?" Lin Hao flashed a wicked smile, his fingers thrusting in and out.

Luo Yimei wiggled her waist a little in protest, but in the end she gave in to Lin Hao's control.