Seeing Chen Chunhua becoming more and more undone, twisting and writhing, was downright comical. Finally, Li Qiang abandoned the idea of tormenting her and turned to rip off the black silk lingerie that cloaked her body. Just like that, Chen Chunhua's fair flesh was half exposed before Li Qiang's eyes.
Li Qiang began to ride her from behind, his large hands kneading her breasts rather forcefully—so forcefully that they changed color. But Chen Chunhua felt nothing; she was completely lost in the impact of Li Qiang's thrusts, gasping for air.
Wang Yong watched from the side, his blood boiling. He licked his dry lips, unable to imagine that his own wife harbored such a slutty side. If he had known, he wouldn't have held himself back for fear of frightening her.
Li Qiang continued his wild ride inside Chen Chunhua's body until eventually, he felt a warm current surge from within, spurting straight into Chen Chunhua's depths.