Hearing Zhao Xinmei's words, Chen Bin reluctantly gently placed that beautiful leg back down.
Then he pressed his hand onto that fair, white back and thrust even harder with his waist.
Zhao Xinmei bent her body, with legs slightly spread, presenting her round, perky buttocks and silently endured Chen Bin's pounding.
From Chen Bin's angle, each thrust made Zhao Xinmei's peachy buttocks continuously tremble.
Such a beautiful sight made one unable to resist getting lost in it.
It wasn't long before Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but urge him on.
"Mmm... Ah! Faster, go faster! I... I'm almost there!"
Chen Bin gave a slight smile, his face filled with a teasing expression.
"So tell me, does it feel good getting fucked by your son?"
For some reason, every time he was with Zhao Xinmei, he liked to ask such vulgar questions.
Each time he saw her at a loss, a different kind of pleasure rose in his heart.
Faced with the questioning, Zhao Xinmei showed no intention of responding.
