Chapter 65

The image on the left screen resembled a vivid and erotic painting—Zhao Chenyu stood by the bed, his legs slightly apart, finding the most stable foothold.

He leaned forward slightly, his hands gripping the dog leash around Aunt Ouyang’s neck. Every muscle tightened and relaxed with each thrust, sweat trickling down his muscular chest and back as his hips pounded wildly.

“You slut, your cunt is so good at sucking, are you already addicted to my cock?” Zhao Chenyu said breathlessly.

The rhythm of thrusting suddenly quickened, the hips moved rapidly like pistons, and the sound of flesh slapping against…