Gasping for air, he pulled her hands up, making her hold her own legs to maintain the folded position. With his hands free, he began to knead and twist her vibrating breasts while his lower half continued the brutal rhythm.
"Good husband... mmm... so comfortable... ohh... you're so good at this... my sex feels so good... and your hands... ahhh... it's too much... deeper... harder... I can take it now... it itches... it itches so deep inside... faster... rub me faster... give me relief!"
Under the dual assault on her breasts and her sex, and with Wang Yue's predatory gaze devouring her form, the pleasure became unbearable. He began to take long, deep strokes, his girth stretching her internal walls to the limit, the sound of their union echoing through the room.
The ferocity made her wince slightly with a mix of pain and joy.
