The Invincible Son-in-law

Chapter 988 988: The Abstinent Widow

The two big, round, soft, and full peaks of her breasts shifted into new shapes within his hands, his fingers constantly kneading and rolling the two bright, rosy little nipples.

Under this intense and relentless assault, Xie Wenxin's eyes fluttered shut, her wanton, slutty expression enough to make anyone wish they could fuck her filthy little cunt raw.

She'd originally intended to remain chaste for her dead husband, but under Lin Hao's powerful onslaught, she could only half-resist before finally surrendering herself to him.

Now, with her gate of desire flung open, the fire dormant within her body blazed up like a spark catching an endless plain, consuming her entirely in its flames.

Hands planted on the windowsill, she savored the thick, raging dragon ramming recklessly through her tender hidden passage; it was a sensation she hadn't enjoyed in ages.

She felt her whole body and soul filled up, her Peach Blossom Cave completely stuffed.

The swelling and friction inside made her hot little cunt burn and throb; after just half a minute of hard thrusting, she was hit with her first wave of orgasm.

Scalding jets of Silver Essence gushed out, her hips twisting uncontrollably, those two huge tits tossed wildly in the air.

But Lin Hao showed no sign of stopping. He kept pumping in and out, determined to send her again and again to the peak of pleasure.

This little widow had abstained for so long, the bottled-up lust inside her was begging for release.

"Ahhh… so good… slow down… ah… you're going to fuck me to death… ahhn…"

Xie Wenxin bit back the rush of orgasm, fearing she'd wake her daughter, and muttered complaints in a breathless whisper.

"Call me husband…" Lin Hao's voice rasped in her ear.

Xie Wenxin instantly thought of her late husband, but now it was another man's massive cock buried in her squirming cunt, and the shame made her tremble.

"No… mm… you're not my husband… ah… keep it down… not so deep… ah… you're hitting my deepest spot… I'm going to die… ah!"

Xie Wenxin fiercely denied him, but moaned again,

"You little slut, tonight I'm going to fuck you till you beg!"

Lin Hao went feral, driving into her like a pile driver, hammering her mercilessly.

After over three hundred thrusts, the little widow was rocked by a second orgasm, streams of love-juice gushing like a fountain, leaking from her narrow passage and trickling down her thighs.

"Ah… it feels so good… so fucking good… ahh… I can't take it… ah… it's coming again… ahh… I'm cumming… ahhhh…"

Xie Wenxin clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her cries of pleasure so she wouldn't wake her daughter.

Lin Hao watched her come again, then sped up for dozens of fierce thrusts before slamming hard against the deepest spot, her flower core, sending pain and pleasure twisting through her, her body shuddering helplessly.

Seeing a woman squirm in agony and ecstasy beneath him, Lin Hao felt a primal surge of domination, a satisfaction he'd never known before.

He'd fucked plenty of women, but this chaste widow gave him a thrill like nothing else.

Watching her go limp, Lin Hao flipped her over and carried her to the dressing table, sitting in the chair and pulling her astride his lap.

Xie Wenxin clung to his chest like an obedient kitten, lips parted, panting for air, her scented sweat making her seem on the verge of fainting.

Cradling the soft little widow in his arms, Lin Hao lifted her up and forcefully stuffed his thick cock into her tight, needy little pussy again.

However, she knew Xie Wenxin had no strength left, so she was in no hurry, and instead pressed a kiss to her red lips.

The widow, her heart fluttering with springtime longing, could no longer bear the loneliness and emptiness—her burning red lips landed on Lin Hao's mouth. She opened her small lips and slipped her fragrant tongue inside, swirling it passionately in his mouth.

Her sexy little mouth, exhaling breath as fragrant as orchids—when you tasted her, there truly was a unique flavor, the mature allure of a young woman.

Lin Hao's hand played with one of her plump, delicate Jiaoru, kneading the tender tip, stimulating the deeper desires within the young widow.

Through his relentless efforts, the widow's door of desire swung wide open, like a wild flame raging in her body, burning her up until she was nothing but ash.

With kissing so heated, Xie Wenxin felt her secret channel below growing increasingly itchy; unable to contain herself, she began to slowly ride up and down on him by herself.

Her hands wrapped tightly around Lin Hao's shoulders. She lifted herself forcefully, then dropped down hard, the forceful impact echoing the wild passion surging in her heart.

Though Lin Hao was passive, letting her ride him, waves of pleasure overflowed within him, making him unconsciously rain kisses across her cheeks and earlobes.

Face to face with this young and handsome man, the struggle in Xie Wenxin's eyes had vanished, replaced by a soul-deep fulfillment.

After all, as a married woman now relishing the service of a young stud, she felt a subtle, indescribable sense of triumph.

At this moment, all she wanted was to please this man—her legs rising and falling, her wet little cunt swallowing and releasing that thick rod, relentlessly thrusting into her tender flower core.

For a widow like her, repressed desire had smoldered too long—once unleashed, it was wholly uncontrollable. Only when the thick rod struck her flower core could she find satisfaction.

What astonished her most was that Lin Hao's Golden Cudgel was far too long; even when it slammed into her flower core, there was still a portion left outside—she simply couldn't take it all in.

Yet the sensation of being filled to the limit was addictive, endlessly teasing her most delicate flower petals.

Wave after wave of climax crashed over her again, rolling in like the tide, pounding the covertly wild little widow against the shore with ruthless force.

"Ah, ah, ah…I can't…ahh…can't take it…I'm cumming again…ahh…mm…ah…mm-mm…"

Xie Wenxin tried desperately to stifle her cries, afraid of waking her daughter—she could only bite down on Lin Hao's shoulder.

She hadn't bitten hard, but her mark was still there, like she'd branded Lin Hao as hers.

"You little slut, go easy! That hurts!" Lin Hao cried out, pretending to be in pain.

"Ahhh…ahhh…you're the one who…forced yourself on me…you bastard…raping me like this…that's what you get for being bitten…ahhh…"

Xie Wenxin finally let go utterly, blooming like a rose in indiscriminate abandon.

Seeing she had no strength left, Lin Hao cupped her ass cheeks with both hands, resumed thrusting up and down, as if intent on wrecking her sweet little cunt.

"Ahhh…how are you still going…ah…mm…I really can't anymore…ahhh…"

Xie Wenxin, feeling Lin Hao actively lifting her hips to swallow his thick rod, could only wrap her arms tight around his neck.

Her two soft, full breasts pressed to his chest, the motion grinding her perked nipples against him with every rise and fall.

It had to be said, for a petite widow, her figure was superb, and she was so light Lin Hao could fuck her as he held her up, not burdened in the slightest.