Wang Yue nodded, leading his mother over to the edge of the bathtub and sitting her down. He gently spread her jade-like legs, fixing his gaze straight on her heated core.
Even though they'd shared more than one round of passion and he'd seen and touched her plenty of times before, Su Mengyan still felt a flicker of shyness. She instinctively tried to cover herself with her hand, whispering, "Don't look."
"I want to," Wang Yue chuckled, pulling her small hand away. He used two fingers to part her plush outer lips, revealing the tender flesh he'd hammered from a soft pink into a vibrant crimson.
He watched as her entrance—which stayed impossibly tight no matter how hard he worked her—twitched and pulsed.
With every contraction, it oozed a milky white fluid—a messy cocktail of his seed and her own nectar.
