Lin Shuang's waist was still crazily thrusting, constantly slamming into Su Xihe.
With one hand around Su Moli's neck, he coldly stared at the woman beneath him.
Su Xihe was on the verge of collapse from the relentless pounding. Not daring to speak out of turn, she could only gasp and try to explain, "Ah... I, I'm running... Recently trying to lose weight... Mhm..."
On the other end of the phone, Su Wanqiao sounded somewhat puzzled, "Running? Little aunt, your panting is pretty severe from just running?"
"Mhm... Yeah, it's high-intensity exercise... uh... Wanqiao, I can't talk right now, I'm going to continue running..." With that, Su Xihe hung up the phone abruptly.
"I've hung up the call now, can you... um... let go of my daughter?" Su Xihe pleaded, trembling.
Only then did Lin Shuang release Su Moli's neck.
But he thrust his waist even harder, "Smack, smack, smack, smack!" His flesh crazily pounded into Su Xihe's beautiful cunt!