Matching her wild fervor, Shen Yu brought his palm down against her left breast with an equally sharp smack, leaving a faint, pink flush across her soft flesh.
He began kneading and molding her full, heaving curves with both hands, his fingers digging into her luscious weight while his lower body maintained a ferocious, piston-like rhythm.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the expansive chamber, amplified by the heavy spiritual wood walls and mingling with Yilan's uninhibited cries.
"Ahhh... harder, Yu'er! F-Fuck your aunt harder...!" Yilan wailed shamelessly, her previous composure as a grand matriarch completely shattered under the towering waves of ecstasy.
Her fingers dug deep into the crimson silk mattress, her legs hooked tightly around his narrow waist to pull him even deeper into her core.
Sensing her approaching apex, Shen Yu increased his speed to a violent blur, his golden eyes burning with fierce possession.
