"Ms. Ting, why are you so tight today! You're going to squeeze me to death."
The more Lin Hao thrusts, the tighter he feels Liu Tingting's secret passage becoming.
"Oh, oh, oh... I don't know... ah... why... it's... so tight... ah... mm..."
Intermittently, Liu Tingting moans, like a bitch arching backward, matching Lin Hao's thrusts.
"So good... so comfortable... ah... squeezing me to death... ah... going to squeeze it off..."
Each time Lin Hao pulls out and inserts, he feels a huge suction inside.
The inner walls of the mature woman's secret passage, layered and overlapping, are like an invisible hand tightly grasping the rod, it's unbelievably pleasurable.
"Mm, mm... I'm so excited today... I can't believe... you bad guy... even pregnant women aren't spared..."
Liu Tingting responds loudly, seemingly recalling Lin Hao had been with a pregnant woman just now.
To be honest, Lin Hao had an encounter with Li Jia, the pregnant woman, tonight, which was a fresh experience.
