"Godmother...give it to me, I want to fuck your little slut..."
The word "little slut" is a huge insult to most women, let alone to the Queen of Shanghai.
However, upon hearing such vulgar words, Jiang Yingji's honeypot suddenly tightened, her flower core seeming to ignite, slowly oozing a sticky, oily nectar.
"Ah...don't call me...godmother...little slut~"
Xiang Anping, his mind filled with lust, keenly sensed that upon hearing the words "little slut," the suction of her tender vagina suddenly intensified, and a warm, sticky, oily substance flowed from her plump little hollow, smearing his penis.
He then used the slippery nectar to poke and rub between her labia, sometimes twisting her labia majora, sometimes squeezing her labia minora, and sometimes swirling and grinding against her delicate, juicy clitoris.
He leaned close to Jiang Yingji's ear, as if tickling her bright red earlobe with his breath, and said, "Dear godmother~ your son wants to fuck your little slut~"
Jiang Yingji straightened up, trembling, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, gritting her teeth and shaking her head, saying, "Ah...no...it's so itchy...so numb...woo~"
The beauty's eyes were shimmering. There was only one man in her life who made her so helpless, and that was her husband, Li Zhiyu.
But now, she found that even her "godson" was making her somewhat helpless. Compared to her upright and respectful husband, who even used the most traditional positions to directly explore her vagina, this godson understood women much better, with countless tricks up his sleeve.
Rear-entry, embrace, lotus position… what she loved most was having her slender ankles gripped in someone's hands, her lotus feet pressed almost against her head, her round, plump buttocks arched high, enduring one intense pounding after another.
White semen, like a stream, splattered and splashed in the undulating waves of flesh.
Both body and soul, she loved the latter, the unrestrained, even in size—that straight, pounding penis was far hotter and thicker than her husband's… almost overshadowing her longing for him.
But that "little slut" struck her weak spot, causing her shame and longing for her long-dead husband to erupt simultaneously, yet her honeypot itched even more intensely, desperately craving the insertion of that hot, large penis.
The intense stimulation, the bone-deep pleasure, made Jiang Yingji pant heavily, her whole body trembling.
"No...you'll hurt your body~"
But the beauty still bit her cherry lips, struggling to hold on. Although her husband had been dead for many years, her emotional support hadn't collapsed. The difficulty of conceiving due to her Yin constitution had deepened her affection for her child.
This was undoubtedly her strongest emotional pillar; her lingering longing for her husband was secondary.
Furthermore, knowing she hadn't been by her child's side for so long, her maternal instincts overflowed. She was almost always there for him, wholeheartedly devoted to his needs.
Even if only a portion of this doting affection was transferred to Xiang Anping, it was enough to make Jiang Yingji yearn for him, even suppressing her own desires to think of him.
Xiang Anping grinned, his hand stroking the smooth, alabaster skin along the side of the cheongsam's slit, then tightly gripping her full, round buttocks—the cheongsam stretched taut, highlighting the shape of her ripe, pear-like buttocks, now bearing the mark of a lecherous hand. At the same time, his other hand reached out and skillfully unbuttoned the collar of the Shanghai Queen's cheongsam. Because the cheongsam was a retro right-fastening style, it only had buttons at the ends. Her pair of high, full, and plump breasts, round like melons, pushed the collar high, and once freed, they seemed to bounce as if they were leaping.
Those snow-white, deep, and alluring cleavage were thus revealed before Xiang Anping's eyes… The ivory-smooth skin had a faint blush, and the scent of sweat and rich milk filled his nostrils.
Xiang Anping's breath caught in his throat. Although he had played with both breasts many times, the allure of these large breasts covered by clothing was no less than when they were naked and erect, and even had a stronger suggestive effect.
—These were the breasts of the Shanghai Queen, who controlled the entire underworld of Shanghai, elegant and aloof, cold to everyone!
Xiang Anping reached into the open collar of her cheongsam, her hand slipping inside. The soft, creamy flesh of her breasts seemed to melt in her palm, seeping between her fingers, creating the illusion that she was grasping a jade-like breast or being sucked into it.
Besides being soft and sticky, the breasts were also incredibly elastic, as if filled with cream. The thin, round, swollen breasts were remarkably resilient and taut, bouncing back forcefully as if resisting her hand. Soon, her palms were numb from kneading them, yet she couldn't bear to let go.
The breasts were so large that even with her large hands, Xiang Anping could never fully grasp them. The overflowing flesh rolled and tumbled within the cheongsam, making the collar even looser, and the firm, fleshy breasts rolled around in her palm like moist, sticky candies.
"Ah...no, Anping...stop! You'll really hurt yourself..."
Xiang Anping suddenly squatted down, lifting the slit of her cheongsam to reveal two plump, flawless legs, even the lines of her buttocks and abdomen between them. A teardrop-shaped slit formed between her pear-shaped buttocks and thighs, above which lay a smooth, plump mons pubis. Between the two glistening, fleshy labia, the vulva parted, drooling.
Xiang Anping held a massive, dark, swollen, and erect penis, larger than an infant's arm, its glans like an open umbrella, its angular shape particularly intimidating.
The bulging veins and veins on the penis further emphasized its imposing and ferocious appearance!
"Godmother, do I look like I'm injured?"
"I want to fuck your little cunt right now, I'm going crazy with desire!"
Jiang Yingji's beautiful eyes widened, her cheeks flushed with an unusual blush, as if she were drunk.
This stirred up her long-faded memories: her husband's penis, which never went soft inside her, always so menacing when he pulled out, the glans pointing upwards with masculine power.
Just like Xiang Anping's, the only difference being that this one was much bigger…
Her heart pounded, her nipples hardened painfully, and her long, snow-white legs unconsciously wrapped around Xiang Anping's waist.
Sensing the moment was right, Xiang Anping lifted the queen's large buttocks; the plump, smooth, and firm flesh felt no less exquisite than her breasts, tender as powder, and the long legs wrapped around his waist were equally delightful.
The large, thick penis rubbed against the entrance of the vagina, then thrust in like a peck, instantly parting the two peach-like labia. Amidst the wet, gurgling sounds, the thick, long penis slowly penetrated the opening, penetrating deep into the vaginal cavity.
A thin, whitish, honey-like fluid peeked from both sides of the opening, overflowing like soy milk with continuous thrusting. The vagina was hot and oily, tight and sticky, the fluid abundance unimaginable.
The sensation of countless tiny mouths encircling and sucking, the tender folds of flesh constantly pinching and squeezing, sent a shiver down Xiang Anping's spine, making him gasp with pleasure.
The Queen of Shanghai's vagina wasn't the tightest he'd ever fucked; he could just pay for a skinny, narrow-hipped virgin schoolgirl, and it would be about the same.