Wu Song carried Sun Taoxiang over to the stone table in the courtyard, planning to lay her on it and have some fun.

But Sun Taoxiang couldn't accept it.

In the middle of the day, out in the courtyard.

It just felt way too unsafe.

Someone could burst in and see them at any moment.

Or even worse, people from the second floor nearby might catch a glimpse.

It was safer indoors.

"Let's go inside,"

Sun Taoxiang grabbed Wu Song's wandering hand, begging him softly.

Wu Song couldn't bear to push her, so he cradled her fat ass and headed for the main hall instead.

Inside, Sun Taohua heard their commotion and immediately shouted, "Don't come in here! Go to another room. If you do it here, I'm afraid you'll hurt me."

Wu Song, still holding Sun Taoxiang's luscious ass, had to stop and change direction, heading toward Wu Xiaohong's room.

Sun Taoxiang was a bit awkward, wanting Wu Song to stop, since that was Wu Xiaohong's bedroom.

If she went in there and messed around with Wu Song…

the thought made her feel very uncomfortable.

After all, she and Sun Taohua had already been secretly stealing time with Wu Song.

Now, with Wu Xiaohong away, she was about to do it with Wu Song in her bed. The guilt gnawed at her.

But apart from that room, there really wasn't anywhere else they could go.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the battered old sofa in the living room and the worn Eight Immortals table in the middle. Her eyes lit up, "Didn't you want to do it on a table? How about this one?"

Wu Song glanced over at the Eight Immortals table. "Sure, Auntie. You really know how to play, huh!"

Sun Taoxiang's cheeks flushed bright red. She was always a very reserved woman, though loneliness sometimes drove her to secretly fuck herself with a cucumber.

But doing anything overly wild or slutty…

She just couldn't accept that.

But under Wu Song's patient training,

she kept crossing the line, again and again.

Now, with his teasing, she blushed. "Isn't this all your idea? I—I'm just making you happy."

Wu Song chuckled and gave her plump ass a slap. "Auntie, you really know how to take care of a man."

Talking as he went, Wu Song carried Sun Taoxiang over to the Eight Immortals table, sat her on top, her juicy hips pressing out two mouthwatering curves, her thin pants stretching tight over them, making her look even juicier and sexier.

Wu Song lowered his head and grabbed Sun Taoxiang's heaving tits, lifting them gently, his hands filled with her heavy, swollen flesh.

With a light squeeze, he pinched her pale pink nipples.

Wu Song leaned forward and undid Sun Taoxiang's top.

Her trembling, snowy-white breasts were put fully on display. Wu Song's throat tightened as he bent down, lifting one mound and sucking her rosy nipple, savoring it slowly.

"Mmm, hmm…"

Sun Taoxiang tried hard to hold it in,

but the sensitivity of her nipples was something no woman could resist. It was just like a Celestial Fragrant Green Youth at the entrance of a woman's slit—just like a man's tip, any stimulation brought out an automatic response.

So, that rush of tingling electricity on her sensitive nipples made Sun Taoxiang itch all over, her legs twisting and squirming, trying desperately to clamp together.

She couldn't help but let out a little moan through her nose.

Wu Song saw her flushed, excited face, and with his tongue swirling around her nipple, he gave it a gentle suck.

"Oh…"

Sun Taoxiang shivered and couldn't help but moan again, her hands unconsciously holding the back of Wu Song's head, her fingers clenching and releasing in his hair.

Her face was torn between pain and pleasure,

twisted up together,

making her look even more bewitching.

Wu Song slipped a hand down her back, grabbing that juicy, tender ass—her tits and her ass making such a stark, irresistible contrast that he just couldn't let go, hands and eyes both addicted.

After a while, Sun Taoxiang was left panting hard, sweet sweat beading on her skin, her eyes hazy and lost in lust.

Wu Song knew that by now, her panties had to be a sticky mess.

He grabbed the waist of her pants, lifting her ass with one hand while the other yanked her trousers and panties down together.

Tossing them carelessly to the floor.

Her snow-white thighs framed a fat, glistening pussy, hidden under a mound of dark curly hair, both sexy and mysterious.

Wu Song spread Sun Taoxiang's thighs open gently, prying apart her secrets and feasting his eyes on the glistening, rosy folds—her juicy pink lips so inviting, they made his mouth water.

Wu Song lifted her legs up onto his shoulders.

Pulled her ass to the edge, and lined up his thick cock, grinding against her entrance.

The fat head of his cock rubbing at her slot, soon slick and sticky with her juices.

Sun Taoxiang was in a ragged heat now, restless with need, shaking her ass excitedly, even meeting his cock herself, hinting for him to put it in already.

Wu Song grinned, glancing up to see the dazed pleasure on Sun Taoxiang's face. Clearly, her body's longing had completely taken over—she was totally lost in it.

So he stopped teasing, aimed his hard cock, and drove it inside.

Sun Taoxiang's tight, wet pussy slowly stretched open for him, the heat and snug squeeze around Wu Song's shaft driving him wild, testing his self-control to the limit.

He almost shot his load right then and there.

But Wu Song wasn't a virgin.

He'd fucked this narrow path of Sun Taoxiang's before.

So he fought back the urge to cum, forced his way through the clinging tightness, and rammed deep inside.

Sun Taoxiang was immediately overjoyed, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, her hips beginning to rock on their own.

Wu Song didn't rush to thrust—he just stood still, letting Sun Taoxiang move as she liked.

Until her motion slowed and she started shivering with exhaustion, her pussy slick and messy, too weak to keep moving.

Wu Song laid her on her back across the Eight Immortals table.

Then he grabbed her legs, propped them on his shoulders, and started to fuck her in earnest.

With Wu Song's thrusts, Sun Taoxiang's whole body bounced and jiggled on the table.

Her huge tits, white and blinding, with nipples like little pink candies, swung back and forth like neon, making him itch to squeeze them, or just take another bite.

Wu Song leaned forward, pressing her legs back, hovering over Sun Taoxiang's body. He bent down and mouthed a nipple; as soon as he sucked, Sun Taoxiang let out a sweet moan and started shaking all over.

Wu Song's cock rammed in, right at her deepest spot.

That hit Sun Taoxiang's weak point—she suddenly sat up, hugging Wu Song tight, her whole body tensing, moaning under her breath, "Hurry, fuck me, I'm coming!"

Of course Wu Song was ready to oblige. He grabbed her meaty ass and started slamming away, hard and fast.

The sound of their flesh slapping echoed around the room.

With every thrust, Sun Taoxiang's plump ass and thighs quivered in waves.

Each rush of tidal pleasure sent her rocketing toward climax, her ass and thighs beginning to shake, then even to convulse a little.

Wu Song pounded into her another dozen times or so.

Sun Taoxiang let out a muffled yet relieved moan.

Her whole body was burning, clinging tight around Wu Song, shivering wildly, sweat pouring from her, a rush of thick Yin Essence flooding over his cock—making Wu Song feel like his rod was soaked in a steaming hot spring.

Her warm, slick pussy clenched even tighter, the head of his cock tensed with hypersensitive need, a tsunami of release rising up, ready to explode…