Continuous climaxes came as promised, the flesh walls inside her secret passage spasming and contracting, torrents of scalding silver essence spurting out in waves.
Sister Jingjing, who had originally felt shame and grievance, was now so pleasured that she'd long forgotten about incest, about sharing a husband with her mother, and only craved more climaxes.
Her hands clutched Lin Hao's arms tightly, nails digging deep into his flesh, as she unleashed the pent-up silver essence from within herself.
Now, her legs weren't wrapped around Lin Hao's waist—they were raised high, that little pair of white panties hanging at her knees, like she'd hoisted a white flag, surrendering to Lin Hao.
"Ah, ah, ah... feels so good... mm... ah... I'm coming... ah... again..."
Sister Jingjing's brain had lost the ability to think, all she could do was moan repeatedly.
Lin Hao's big cock felt the burning torrent spurting inside, slamming hard against his tip, making him nearly shoot his load.
