Su Mengyan surrendered to the lingering, tongue-tangled heat between her and her son. Her twin peaks grew more turgid under his touch as she kissed him in a daze, using her delicate hands to prop her body up, arching higher and higher.
Wang Yue wasn't just a pro with his mouth and hands; his timing was flawless.
As his hands roamed upward, savoring every inch of the silky smoothness of her breasts, Su Mengyan's internal fire burned hotter. By the time his fingers reached the summits to toy ruthlessly with her twin red buds, the stimulation was so sharp she couldn't help but cry out.
Wang Yue squeezed a bit harder, sending her moans up an octave. He followed it with a erratic rhythm—sometimes light and teasing, sometimes heavy and dominant—leaving Su Mengyan completely at a loss, caught in a whirlwind of sensation.
