Qingyi pushed Rouxi onto the bed.
Her back sank gently into the soft mattress, her long green hair spilling across the silk as her head settled among the large pillows.
Her hands flew instinctively to her own breasts, grasping those huge tits and pressing them against her delicate torso.
Her forearms sank deep into the pillowy flesh, the soft mounds spilling over on both sides in obscene, jiggling swells that refused to be contained.
Qingyi didn't hesitate. He climbed onto the bed, his purple eyes consumed by desire as they roamed every inch of his adoptive mother's body.
His hands slipped beneath the pure green dress, slowly tracing the pale, silky skin of her sensual legs.
His fingers sank slightly into her thick, soft thighs, leaving fleeting indentations on the flesh as they glided upward, until at last they shoved the fabric higher, exposing the sinful curve of her wide hips and the delicate dip of her waist.
