"What are you up to?" Auntie Ouyang slowly turned to her side, reclining on the sofa. She rested her head lightly on one hand, her elbow propped on the armrest. Her fishtail skirt gathered at her waist, revealing her long, slender legs—one bent, one straight, exuding an alluring charm. Her jade-like fingers traced the tempting curves of her body, both seductive and slightly lazy.
"This pose is so beautiful. I really want to take a picture of you," Zhao Chenyu said, mesmerized.
"Hmph!" Auntie Ouyang let out a soft snort, the corners of her lips clearly curling upward beneath the red veil.
"Hehe." Zhao Chenyu chuckled softly as he tossed aside his T-shirt and shorts, leaving only his bulging underwear around his waist.
"You're not planning to do it here…"
"Of course not. Otherwise, I'd have taken everything off. Lan-jie, don't move." Zhao Chenyu lifted Auntie Ouyang's hips with both hands, flipping her over completely.
"Ah—Xiao Yuzi, what are you doing?" Auntie Ouyang let out a soft gasp.
"Just stay on your stomach." While comforting her, Zhao Chenyu pressed down on Auntie Ouyang's waist, guiding her to kneel with her legs bent, her slender waist arched downward. Her plump, peach-like buttocks were immediately raised high. She wrapped her arms around herself, burying her head in the crook formed by the sofa, the backrest, and the armrest—an intimate and ambiguous corner.
My gaze was irresistibly drawn to the alluring Auntie Ouyang in the scene. Seeing her assume such a provocative position from behind, the tight little triangle of her underwear clung to her like a second skin, vividly outlining the delicate lace patterns at the base of her jade-like thighs. It looked like a natural mark of temptation, seductive yet unintentionally provocative, stirring the deepest, most hidden desires within me, making it impossible to resist.
Is this really my Auntie Ouyang?
How could she strike such a pose?
"You wretched servant, what are you planning?" Auntie Ouyang brushed aside her wavy hair and glanced back over her shoulder.
"So beautiful!" Zhao Chenyu stood behind Auntie Ouyang, not only marveling at the sight but also visibly twitching in his bulging underwear.
Zhao Chenyu reached out and boldly kneaded the two plump, round peach-like cheeks of Aunt Ouyang, savoring the exceptional elasticity of her buttocks.
"So soft, so comfortable, Sister Lan. You have no idea how many people at the company are eyeing your butt, wanting to squeeze and knead it."
Zhao Chenyu grinned mischievously, spreading his fingers wide as if to grasp something, attempting to seize the two plump, round peach-like buttocks. Yet, his fingers instantly sank deep into the tender, springy flesh. Though it was a futile attempt at control, he could still freely knead the voluptuous, seductive mounds. His fingers plunged into the heavy, soft mass, as if squeezing a water-filled balloon. Tender flesh spilled between his fingers without sagging, flushed with a faint red hue like a shy maiden.
"Mmm... mmm..." Aunt Ouyang let out soft moans. I didn't know if she and Uncle Qin had ever done this in bed, but in front of another man, this was undoubtedly the first time she had struck such a lewd pose.
Moreover, this man was her subordinate, her follower, the slave in her eyes.
So why didn't Aunt Ouyang resist? Why didn't she defend her lofty authority? It wasn't like this before.
"Sister Lan, your panties are soaked through. Take them off."
Zhao Chenyu whispered the question, but Aunt Ouyang didn't respond. Her arm covered her face, hiding her expression.
Seeing no reply, Zhao Chenyu slowly reached out and tugged at Aunt Ouyang's black lace panties. They slid gradually over her plump buttocks, past the fullest part of her hips, before the tight fabric snapped back like an eager child rushing to play, instantly slipping down to her smooth thighs.
"Mmm..." Aunt Ouyang must have felt Zhao Chenyu's movements, yet she merely wriggled her hips, as if bidding farewell to the sexy panties or teasing with her damp, exposed honey pot.
"Sister Lan, your naughty hole is really wet," Zhao Chenyu teased.
"Ah~ you little... brat! Watch your mouth!" Aunt Ouyang's words were halting, but her tone remained fierce.
"Alright, I know. Sister Lan's isn't a naughty hole—it's a honey pot, a pink flower, a flowing beauty," Zhao Chenyu praised lewdly, his words somehow even more embarrassing than calling it a "naughty hole."
I couldn't help but sigh: shameless people are truly invincible.
"Shut up—ah!" Aunt Ouyang started to say something, but it dissolved into a soft moan. I looked closely and saw Zhao Chenyu gripping the two mounds of her buttocks with his large hands, forcefully pulling them apart. Aunt Ouyang's honey pot and delicate rosebud, hidden deep in the crevice, were now shamefully exposed to Zhao Chenyu's gaze.
And I, under the warm yellow light, saw Aunt Ouyang's honey pot clearly for the first time.
It was truly tender. Before, whether Aunt Ouyang was naked on top of me, holding me and wanting to make love, or when I peeked through the door at Zhao Chenyu and Aunt Ouyang, I had never gotten a clear view of her lower half.
But now, Aunt Ouyang lay prone on the sofa, her raised buttocks deliberately positioned toward the camera under Zhao Chenyu's arrangement.
He himself had moved aside, squatting to one side, using both hands to forcefully spread Aunt Ouyang's peach-like buttocks. The tight folds of her rosebud were stretched sideways by his strength, and her plump labia shifted shape under the pull of her buttocks, opening and closing, writhing slightly. The whole scene looked as if Zhao Chenyu was intentionally displaying Aunt Ouyang's private parts to the camera.
The feeling of treating Aunt Ouyang like an auction item on display filled me with immense humiliation.
"Mmm... you little rascal... what are you doing?
Mmm... ah!" Aunt Ouyang's voice, laced with a seductive pant, reminded me of that night during the National Day holiday when we nearly crossed the line. She had panted just like this back then, making it almost impossible for me to restrain myself.
And Aunt Ouyang's final "ah" was because that scoundrel Zhao Chenyu, while spreading her buttocks apart, blew cool air against her honey pot and rosebud. The sudden stimulation caused Aunt Ouyang to instinctively tighten her legs, along with her honey pot.
"You rascal!" Aunt Ouyang cursed softly, yet her tone still lacked any trace of disgust or the anger of being humiliated.
I had no idea what kind of game Zhao Chenyu was playing, but I saw him smirk mischievously before pressing his mouth against the moist, tender honey pot before him.
"Ah—"
Having been assaulted by the cool air several times, her honey pot had just begun to adjust when it was suddenly met with a wave of warmth. Aunt Ouyang instantly let out a high-pitched moan, her entire body trembling violently as if releasing the tingling sensation brought on by the alternating cold and heat.
Zhao Chenyu took a deep breath, burying his head between Aunt Ouyang's plump, rounded buttocks. The soft, pink flesh of her rear cheeks pressed against his face as he nuzzled with his nose, sucked with his mouth, and wildly swept his tongue, drilling and eroding Aunt Ouyang's honey pot with the fervor of a passionate kiss. The tender petals of her honey pot, under his control, emitted increasingly audible "slurping" sounds under the assault of his mouth.
"Mmm... ah... oh... you... you little rascal... ah..."
Though Aunt Ouyang was cursing Zhao Chenyu, her melodious moans never ceased. Not only that, the intense stimulation made her bury her head even deeper, while her kneeling, prostrate body trembled uncontrollably. Her waist arched downward, almost pressing against the sofa, and her originally slightly closed legs now parted involuntarily, with her right leg nearly slipping off the sofa. Her round, full buttocks instinctively rose high into the air, as if in response to Zhao Chenyu's licking.
And that scoundrel Zhao Chenyu was even more despicable. While his mouth lavished attention on Aunt Ouyang's honey pot, his fingers simultaneously slipped into the crevice of her buttocks, caressing and teasing the delicate rosebud. This move made Aunt Ouyang's already trembling body squirm with unbearable intensity.
"Ah—oh! Xiao Yu... don't touch there... ah... ah... you pervert... ah!" Stimulated, Aunt Ouyang suddenly raised her head, then buried it in the corner of the sofa in embarrassment. I guessed she wanted to see what Zhao Chenyu was up to but felt too ashamed to look.
Yet the more Aunt Ouyang reacted this way, the more excited Zhao Chenyu became. His other eight fingers forcefully spread her buttocks apart while his remaining thumb delved into the crevice, teasing the delicate folds of her rosebud. His greedy mouth enveloped Aunt Ouyang's plump, moist honey pot, sucking on her smooth labia, his lips pressing against the delicate, willow-leaf-like inner lips, slowly parting them as his agile tongue swirled and delved into the delicious flesh, teasing the sensitive, hidden folds. The warm nectar within Aunt Ouyang's honey pot grew increasingly rich, her love juices flowing wildly. Judging by Zhao Chenyu's greedy expression, Aunt Ouyang's honey must have carried the thick, sweet fragrance of a woman.
Have I ever tasted it? It seems not... Damn it, why am I even thinking this?
"Ahh... Xiao Yuzi! You little rascal... you... ah... it's so ticklish... I can't take it anymore... uh! Don't... don't lick anymore... I'm about to lose control..."
Aunt Ouyang had been licked by Zhao Chenyu before, but it was nothing compared to the intensity of this time. Her delicate body trembled like it had been electrified, writhing left and right, her pert buttocks quivering like waves. It was clear that pleasure was surging through Aunt Ouyang's body like a tide, her entire being overflowing with desire and passion. Her head, buried deep in the corner, let out soft, mature, and seductive moans. Like an ostrich awaiting judgment, she buried her head deep in the sand, ignoring what was being done to her from the outside.
Damn it! Listening to Aunt Ouyang's moans and staring at that wriggling, pale buttocks, I clenched the bedsheet tightly, unable to believe this was my Aunt Ouyang. Why was she like this? Why was she so obediently enduring Zhao Chenyu's humiliation, even actively entwining herself with him?
Why was this?
Zhao Chenyu seemed to sense that Aunt Ouyang's body was nearing its limit. His two thumbs pressed harder against the tender petals of her anus, and after forcefully licking the wet honeyed crevice from bottom to top with his tongue, he suddenly pursed his lips and gently bit down on the pearl-like clitoris peeking out from the top of her labia.
"Uh-ah...!!" Aunt Ouyang's head suddenly jerked up, her entire body trembling violently. Her jade-like hands gripped the sofa, her toes curling tightly together. As she let out a high-pitched, lewd cry, her raised peach-like buttocks shook wantonly, her honeyed crevice contracting as a flood of glistening fluids gushed out, soaking the lower half of Zhao Chenyu's face and the sofa beneath her, reflecting the faint yellow light.
Aunt Ouyang... had she climaxed?
I nervously glanced at Chu Yun, who was still engrossed in his noisy video game. I quickly turned back, staring at the screen in confusion.
"Uh—"
"Uh—"
Aunt Ouyang's trembling gradually subsided. She rolled over, her delicate body collapsing limply onto the sofa in a side-lying position. Her face was instantly obscured by the red mask and veil, but the ripples of overflowing desire in her dark eyes were still visible. From her rosy mouth came warm, intoxicating gasps of breath.
Zhao Chenyu extended his tongue, tracing it around his lips before rising and pressing himself onto Aunt Ouyang's delicate body.
"You little... rascal!" Aunt Ouyang raised her hand to lightly slap his face, but before she could reach him, Zhao Chenyu grabbed her wrist and flung it aside. Her powerless arm instantly wrapped around his neck.
"Mmm—hm!" A muffled moan escaped as Zhao Chenyu's lips, moistened with her fluids, passionately pressed against Aunt Ouyang's rose-red lips.
"Mmm! Hm... mmm... mmm! Mmm..." Aunt Ouyang's moans grew increasingly lingering, each sound enchanting and seductive, carrying a lingering, silky resonance that wrapped around the heart like soft silk, leaving one intoxicated in this lewd melody.
"Lan Jie, was it good?" Zhao Chenyu asked with a playful grin.
"You! Little! Rascal!" Aunt Ouyang pinched Zhao Chenyu's ear and whispered a scolding.
"Is your own wetness tasty?" Zhao Chenyu asked without changing his expression.
"Shut up, you're the one with all the dirty talk," Aunt Ouyang retorted, but her hand gently stroked the back of Zhao Chenyu's head.
"Dirty? Not at all. Sister Lan was so wet down there just now, I had my fill—sweet and fragrant, absolutely delicious." Zhao Chenyu closed his eyes, wearing an expression of blissful indulgence.
"You shameless little thing!" Aunt Ouyang turned her face away, ignoring him.
"Sister Lan, touch it—it's missed you so much." Zhao Chenyu took Aunt Ouyang's hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants.
Aunt Ouyang hesitated but allowed Zhao Chenyu to guide her hand downward.
"So big..." Aunt Ouyang exclaimed, not for the first time.
"Yeah, it's missed you so much," Zhao Chenyu hummed in pleasure.
"You're... pointing it upward?" Aunt Ouyang asked. Following her arm, I saw her hand moving from Zhao Chenyu's crotch toward his navel. His underwear was pulled unusually high, almost covering his stomach, which looked strange but made the shape of his erection even more prominent.
"Yeah... pointing it down was too tight, so I pointed it up. Plus, it looks better when it's hard, hehe." Zhao Chenyu thrust his hips, rubbing his erection against Aunt Ouyang's delicate hand through the fabric of his underwear.
"Hmph, ugly thing!" Aunt Ouyang scolded lightly.
"It's the thing that makes my dear sister feel good. Sister Lan, let's go upstairs. I've already tidied up the master bedroom." Zhao Chenyu urged eagerly.
"Look at you, so impatient, like a dog in heat. We should've gone up earlier, but you insisted on fooling around here. Aren't you afraid someone might see?" Aunt Ouyang poked his forehead.
"It's fine, no one will notice. I've checked," Zhao Chenyu reassured with a smile.
"Let's go."
"Don't walk—I'll carry you." Zhao Chenyu leaped off the sofa like a monkey, parted Aunt Ouyang's long legs, and scooped her up by the backs of her knees, lifting her effortlessly.
"Ah..." Aunt Ouyang wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, clinging to him as if hanging on.
"Upstairs we go, to give my dear Sister Lan an even more pleasurable time!"
"Get lost!"
Amid Aunt Ouyang's protests, Zhao Chenyu and she disappeared from the frame. Compared to the earlier scene, two people were gone, but a black lace panty remained, along with a yellowish wet stain on the sofa.
The screen gradually faded to black, but Zhao Chenyu's voice could still be heard through the headphones.
"Sister Lan, have you ever tried doing it like this while being carried, in this position..."
The voice grew fainter until the screen went completely dark.
The video ended, and the post continued.
Everyone, this time I made sure to showcase L Hot Mom's honey pot. Isn't it incredibly tender? It's hard to believe it belongs to a mature woman who's given birth. What's more, L Hot Mom's daughter, my senior, has not only inherited her mother's beauty and grace but has surpassed her in figure. My senior is a bit taller than L Hot Mom, and while L Hot Mom is a C+, I estimate my senior is a genuine D! However, my senior's hips aren't as full as L Hot Mom's, which is understandable—that's the difference between a young woman and a mature lady. I'm sure after having a baby, my senior will only become even sexier than L Hot Mom, haha.
(Damn! This Zhao Chenyu, not only monopolizing Aunt Ouyang, but also fantasizing about my girlfriend!)
Of course, you have to eat one bite at a time, and things should be done step by step. I'll take good care of L's hot mom first. Once L's hot mom becomes my obedient bitch, then we can talk about the rest.
Everyone, keep watching. The more exciting part is coming up.
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