Wang Yue kept his hard, thick rod buried deep against her core, using both hands to cup his mother's breathtaking ass, rotating her hips in a slow, grinding circle like a millstone.
He could feel the head of his cock being squeezed and vacuum-sealed by her plush, velvet walls—a sensation of pure, indescribable bliss that surged through his mind.
At the same time, Su Mengyan's intoxicating body began to emit a heavy, musky floral scent that hit him like a physical wave.
The sound of her singing, sobbing moans and jagged gasps finally broke the last of his restraint. His long-suppressed desire burst like a flood through a collapsed dam.
Wang Yue suddenly flipped his snow-white, sultry mother onto her back on the bed, hoisting her smooth, pale legs over his shoulders.
