Shen Yu slowly eased his shaft out of Lixue's tight, quivering entrance.
A thick, white stream immediately overflowed from her stretched ring, coating the inner curve of her thighs.
Lixue collapsed softly onto Yilan's chest, panting heavily, her body completely spent and trembling in lingering euphoria.
Shen Yu didn't grant Yilan even a second to catch her breath.
Grabbing Lixue by her waist, he shifted her slightly to the side on the silk mattress, clear of Yilan, before turning his burning golden gaze down toward his aunt.
"Get on all fours," Shen Yu commanded, his voice low, heavy, and absolute.
"Right over Lixue."
Seeing her nephew's dark, commanding expression, Yilan's breath hitched.
Obeying instantly, she raised her mature, supple body onto her hands and knees, straddling directly over her daughter.
Her rounded, trembling rear was positioned right above Lixue's face, her slick, dripping core hovering inches above.
