Hearing Zhao Xinmei's words, Chen Bin reluctantly put down that beautiful leg.
Then, he pressed his hand against her smooth jade-like back, using more force from his waist.
Zhao Xinmei bent her body, slightly parted her legs, and endured Chen Bin's thrusts silently.
From Chen Bin's angle, every thrust made Zhao Xinmei's peach-like buttocks tremble.
The scene was so captivating that it was hard not to be drawn in completely.
Before long, Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but urge him on.
"Mm... Ah! Faster, a bit faster! I... I'm almost there!"
With a slight smile, Chen Bin's face was full of teasing.
"Then tell me, does it feel good when your son fucks you?"
For some reason, every time he faced Zhao Xinmei, he liked to ask such vulgar questions.
Seeing her at a loss, brought a different kind of pleasure to his heart.
Faced with the question, Zhao Xinmei showed no intention of responding.
