Zhao An pulled out his penis. An Hong had enjoyed the penetration, but the sudden withdrawal left her vagina feeling empty and itchy.
Looking up at Zhao An's wicked grin, she felt a little embarrassed. "Honey, what's wrong?"
Her voice trembled slightly.
After all, she had called him "honey." Her husband had just died, and now she was so quickly turning to another man—it seemed like the behavior of a shameless woman.
"Go put on your stockings and garter belt. I'm going to fuck you properly!"
Zhao An lewdly said.
"You're so annoying!"
An Hong gave Zhao An a flirtatious wink. She knew men liked seeing women in stockings.
Although she didn't know why, it didn't stop her from trying to please Zhao An.
Anyway, they'd already fucked each other; what was there to be embarrassed about?
When men are happy, women are rich!
Zhao An didn't know how to use condoms. Facing a mature woman, what could be more stimulating than watching his thick semen overflow from her most intimate place! This is internal ejaculation!
Ejaculation without feeling, even in prostitution, is pointless without a condom; it's utterly meaningless.
It's common knowledge that condoms reduce pleasure and affect the sexual experience.
Strictly speaking, it also prolongs ejaculation time. If you ejaculate in two minutes even with a condom on, it's either because the man has erectile dysfunction or premature ejaculation, or because the woman's vagina is too pleasurable!
"Hehe, I'm not a quickie guy. Today I'm going to fuck you until you can't get out of bed!"
As Zhao An spoke, he lifted An Hong's toe, painted with bright red nail polish, and rested it on his shoulder. He turned his head and began to nibble on the delicate toe, which was encased in black stockings, while his lower body thrust forcefully against her tender vulva.
Each thrust was more powerful than the last, clearly indicating he was in a state of extreme arousal. The woman naturally experienced the intense tingling and numbness of being forcefully pounded against her cervix!
"Oh...be gentle...my feet...are dirty...ah...wooo..."
An Hong suddenly convulsed again, somewhat moved.
Because a man only sucks her feet because he likes her, what more could she ask for than to receive a man's affection?
Thinking of this, she climaxed.
And it was even more intense!
While thrusting his hips, he sucked on her delicate, white toes, defiling her left foot...
Zhao An then turned to her right foot.
These delicate, well-maintained toes were the most beautiful!
As a foot fetishist, Zhao An loved sucking on a woman's toes while fucking her, it felt incredibly good!
Just as he was getting into the swing of things, his penis suddenly came through an intense sucking motion, and An Hong beneath him let out a soft moan, her whole body tensing, her exquisite toes forming crescent shapes in Zhao An's mouth.
The constant writhing of her vagina gave Zhao An intense pleasure. The mature woman's alluring charm almost made him lose control, so he began to thrust even faster.
An Hong didn't moan like a prostitute…
Instead, she groaned softly, her delicate hands gripping the sheets, silently enduring Zhao An's fierce thrusts. If it weren't for her good figure, her ample curves, she might have been overwhelmed!
Zhao An's speed increased, almost without pause. His powerful thrusts made An Hong tremble violently, even her large, white breasts shaking back and forth.
His rapid breathing indicated that he was nearing ejaculation, having pinned a once mature and composed businesswoman beneath him.
And, in terms of status, she was his mother-in-law.
This forbidden pleasure caused his ecstasy to rapidly intensify.
An Hong's breathing was incredibly rapid. She had experienced what womanly pleasure truly meant from Zhao An; she realized that being a woman could bring such joy.
With her experience, she immediately understood what Zhao An intended to do. She pushed against his chest, pleading, "...Zhao An...no...don't...don't ejaculate inside...ejaculate...outside...waaaah...don't ejaculate on my face..."
Zhao An lewdly grinned, "Call me husband!"
He then slapped An Hong's large breast, leaving a red handprint.
For some women, this kind of address might be insignificant; even prostitutes would call their clients "husband" to urge them to ejaculate quickly.
But for An Hong, the word "husband" represented status, a responsibility, and something she couldn't simply utter!
Seeing An Hong remain silent…
Zhao An lewdly chuckled, "If you don't call me 'husband,' I'll ejaculate inside!"
An Hong was startled, gritting her teeth and pleading, "Husband… good husband… please don't ejaculate inside… please…"
She hadn't had a tubal ligation; tubal ligation is bad for the body, and many women don't get it done.
Women who have had tubal ligations age faster, so wealthy men don't get them.
Because they have money to maintain their health, they're even less likely to get tubal ligations.
Hearing a mature and composed woman call him "husband"…
This sense of accomplishment was incredibly satisfying; the feeling of conquering a woman is indescribable.
Imagine a mature woman you don't know well.
She should be a good wife, a good mother, but now she's moaning beneath you, calling you "husband."
This sense of accomplishment is something you can't get from prostitution.
Zhao An became increasingly aroused, the pleasure reaching its peak, the tingling in his waist growing stronger, his breathing becoming incredibly rapid. Seeing this, An Hong struggled, this time for real. She pushed against Zhao An's chest forcefully, crying out, "No...don't shoot inside...I'll get pregnant...Waaah...No...ah!"