Perhaps it was the stimulation that had done it, for today Huo Hui was unusually proactive and fiery.
She galloped like a horse unleashed, consumed by passion.
Those snow-white, full mounds leaped from her neckline, rolling like waves in the tide.
At the peak of ardor.
Those white millstones greedily crushed Tang Feng, grinding against him as if to swallow his entire being, merging it into her own body.
The trickling stream dampened the millstones.
She arched her fair, slender neck high, uttering continuous, sultry moans from her throat.
Thump, thump, thump.
Knocking sounds emerged.
Tang Feng, relishing the tenderness of his sister-in-law, turned his head to look toward the door.
"Sister Hui…"
Outside, Han Ling's voice called out.
Tang Feng lifted his head and looked at the sister-in-law on top of him.
But she, oblivious to everything else, continued to indulge in pleasure.
The heaving of her body grew even more intense.
"Mmm... Mmm…"