Between kisses, Su Mengyan let out a constant stream of sultry moans, her porcelain-white arms winding around Wang Yue's neck.
Locked in a deep, primal exchange, mother and son chased each other's tongues, swallowing each other's nectar. Wang Yue sucked her soft, slick tongue into his mouth, savoring it as the air in the room grew heavy with the scent of raw, unbridled lust.
Before long, Su Mengyan's breasts began to swell, and her breathing hitched. Wang Yue kept one hand anchored around her slender waist while the other strayed toward the firm, rounded curve of her ass.
He leaned down to her quivering breasts—blooming like vivid red rosebuds against her flushed skin—and gave one a sharp, heavy bite.
Even though he used more force than usual, the sound of her gasping, as if her lungs were on fire, and the way she instinctively arched her chest to meet his teeth told him everything he needed to know.
