Shen Zichen breathed a long groan, nearly at his climax, wanting his wife to be there with him. The cadence of thrusts became harder and faster, pressing against Li Chuntao's inner walls that she had to drop her forehead on the bedsheet as she cried out.
"Right there, Chuntao. Come for your husband again. Come for me," he whispered into her ear, pounding intently into her body, panting his warm breath against her neck, his hand leaving her hip to fondle her breast and pinch her rosy peak.
She was so sweet, so warm, Shen Zichen thought he wouldn't be able to be without her. He could feel the tightening of her body, her muscles starting to spasm as she spiraled closer and closer to her climax.
More juices flowed down his shaft, wetting his aching balls and made her inner thighs glisten as he continued to pump himself wildly in and out of her tight warm core, plundering her for all she was worth.