Even though she was reluctant to let go now, her pink butterfly-shaped vulva, set against the backdrop of his erect, dark penis, was so close, it seemed as if a fiery, passionate, and juicy intercourse was about to unfold at any moment.
Jiang Yingji's gaze was naturally drawn to this, especially to that erect, dragon-like, dark, swollen penis. Her beautiful eyes lingered on it for a moment, and when she looked away, a blush like a peach blossom had involuntarily crept onto her elegant and graceful face.
She wanted to say something, but an indescribable complexity flashed across her face, her beautiful eyes rippling, and in the end, she said nothing.
Her jade-like legs clenched slightly, her breathing subtly adjusting, as if concealing something…
In truth, after that absurd night, she was torn by inner turmoil. Coming to her senses, she suddenly realized she had seemingly delivered herself and her two daughters-in-law into someone else's bed.
Xue Tang was Dong'er's fiancée, needless to say. She had also watched Yu Tang grow up and knew of her feelings for Dong'er. Furthermore, she understood that Yu Tang shared the same constitution as her and her sister Xue Tang, making them a perfect match for Dong'er.
Therefore, she considered Yu Tang as Dong'er's woman as well…
She should have stopped this from happening, but she felt trapped, like a quagmire, unable to extricate herself once she came to her senses.
And upon closer examination, the whole affair seemed strangely unsettling. Why had she so readily treated another man like her own son?
It was as if an invisible force had bewitched her, but when she awoke and realized it, she found herself mired in a quagmire far too deeply.
Even after discovering the truth, she was filled with indescribable shame. Reason warned her, but the influence of emotion had already penetrated too deeply…
It wasn't just an irresistible surge of affection for Xiang Anping as if he were her son; it was also a physical feeling of being unable to live without him, just like… she had felt with Zhiyu.
The difference was that Xiang Anping seemed to arouse her desire even more than Zhiyu. If Zhiyu was like a warm, smooth piece of jade, Xiang Anping was like a blazing furnace. Although her husband made her feel more comfortable, that warm feeling permeated her like water, a fusion of body and soul, often leading to passionate nights in bed.
Like water and milk blending together, she felt refreshed and invigorated.
But after so long, her feelings for her husband, Li Zhiyu, had begun to blur. As a woman of pure Yin constitution, her desires were different from ordinary people. Without Zhiyu, she had no choice but to seek solace with others…
But no one could give her the same feeling as Zhiyu.
Until Xiang Anping appeared—unlike her husband Li Zhiyu, Xiang Anping was like a blazing furnace. When their bodies rubbed together, their spirits intertwined, it brought not warmth, but a sweltering, unbearable heat, a naked, undisguised lust!
That intense, involuntary sweating, head-raising screams of desire seemed to wash away the lingering, warm memories of her husband Li Zhiyu's years-long, tender physical intimacy.
Even amidst rational struggle, when she recalled those memories, at night, while bathing, she couldn't help but reach down to her crotch, trying to release the surging, throbbing heat from her fingertips.
That was, of course, futile, like a dam overflowing with water only releasing water from a side outlet…
Even this morning, after she got up, she felt her labia were slippery as if soaked in oil. The thin panties she had changed into after masturbating last night were already soaked as if they had been pulled out of water. The whole room was filled with a decadent atmosphere, like orchids and musk, with a hint of pungent, wild, and lewd odor.
Now, it wasn't that she was deliberately dressed so lightly; her panties were simply soaked through too quickly…
Even after just a few steps, her labia were wet again, and the sight of Xiang Anping's massive, dark penis shattered her ostrich-like composure, causing the wetness to spread even further.
She felt a slippery wetness between her legs, and the gentler the friction, the more tingling it became…
Finally, she squeezed her legs together and said nonchalantly, "Anping, take your medicine."
Xiang Anping's eyes darted around. His large penis was right in front of her, yet she seemed oblivious, her attitude remarkably like an ostrich.
Although he didn't understand why Jiang Yingji's attitude had suddenly changed, Xiang Anping was like a starving wolf who hadn't eaten meat for days, his intense hunger coupled with a keen intuition making him realize that the unexpected sight of him and Luo Yutang being intimate with the Queen of Shanghai had shocked her.
Perhaps his chance had arrived!
A playful smile appeared on Xiang Anping's face. He didn't take the medicine bowl from Jiang Yingji's hands, but deliberately sat cross-legged, leaving his large, erect, thick, and swollen penis completely exposed to the Queen of Shanghai.
"Godmother, look..." Xiang Anping said, "I don't have any hands free right now."
As he spoke, Xiang Anping picked up Yu Tang, his hands scooping up her smooth, porcelain-like thighs to her knees. His large penis was now positioned horizontally between Yu Tang's buttocks, seemingly embedded between her jade-like buttocks. Her two labia, like butterflies, parted, and her delicate, pink lips, glistening with sticky fluid, clung to his burning hot penis.
"Ah!"
Yu Tang seemed to be scalded, her smooth, snow-white buttocks trembling as if electrocuted. Her slender, supple waist arched forward, her entire youthful, graceful, snow-white body leaning forward, her two rosy, erect breasts pressing against Xiang Anping's chest.
The girl's breasts were already quite large, pressing against the man's firm, smooth chest. The soft, elastic flesh was flat and full, like two plump jade melons. The curve of her breasts and the soft flesh below her sides were clearly defined, showcasing the proud elasticity of Yu Tang's breasts.
Yu Tang sat back down, her two wet, delicate red lips still connected to his penis by a strand of saliva. She sat down again, her two slender arms somehow wrapped around Xiang Anping's neck.