In less than five minutes, Deewa convulsed, her juices spraying as she collapsed limply onto Luis.
He held her, caressing her tenderly, then rasped out, "Aunt Zhao, what are you doing standing at the door? Come on in."
Hearing that her mother was peeping at the door, Deewa got noticeably more aroused, clamping down on Luis so hard it felt incredible for him.
The last time he visited, their family relationship had been awful—mother and daughter like bitter enemies. Deewa had even said things about turning her own mom into a bitch slave or something.
At the doorway, Zhao Fang stood there furtively, trembling, her head bowed in silence.
From her angle, she had a perfect view of where they joined together—the man's hard shaft buried inside her daughter's pink, post-orgasm twitching pussy.
"Mom, come in!" "Mom, come in!"
Deewa called out weakly.
