"Mmm, mmm, mmm!"
Aunt Ouyang no longer strained to swallow deeply. Instead, she worked the portion she could already take in with quick, rhythmic movements, then pulled the shaft out and extended her charming pink tongue. With its agile tip, she skillfully licked the purplish-red glans, circling it several times before teasing the slit.
"Ah— Sister Lan, you're really good at this!" Zhao Chenyu's exclamation mirrored my own thoughts. I never imagined Aunt Ouyang would be so skilled at oral sex.
Hearing Zhao Chenyu's praise, Aunt Ouyang's cheeks twitched slightly, and she smiled faintly. Her movements became even more natural, as if encouraged by his words.
Aunt Ouyang's head bobbed back and forth, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, occasionally pausing to extend her fragrant tongue once more, teasing the frenulum of the massive glans.
"Ah! Sister Lan! Over here, Sister Lan." Zhao Chenyu pulled Aunt Ouyang's arm, moving backward until he sat on the edge of the bed. Aunt Ouyang was nearly pulled down to kneel between his legs.
"Slow down!" Aunt Ouyang complained.
"Hehe, Sister Lan, you're amazing." Zhao Chenyu leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows against the bedsheet.
The camera angle shifted. No longer was it a straight-on view but a downward tilt, perfectly capturing Aunt Ouyang crouching beneath Zhao Chenyu. Her masked face was now fully visible.
From this angle, Zhao Chenyu was sitting on the right side of the bed, with the camera positioned above the headboard, tilted downward.
"Ah… so good!" Zhao Chenyu lay back halfway, savoring the pleasure.
I stared at Aunt Ouyang, whom I respected the most, now completely naked and crouched between the legs of my junior, Zhao Chenyu. With her authoritative, perfect red lips, she was swallowing Zhao Chenyu's thick cock, one hand stroking his muscular thigh while the other worked the shaft that her mouth couldn't fully envelop. With practiced skill, she serviced her male pet.
I felt as though my entire being was splitting apart from head to toe.
"Mmmpf! Mmmpf! Mmmpf! Mmmpf!"
But the sounds of Aunt Ouyang's mouth working on the flesh wouldn't stop. Not only that, her panting seemed to harmonize with the wet, rhythmic noises, creating an obscene symphony.
"Yes! Just like that! Yes! Ah, your tongue! Feels so good! Ah!" Zhao Chenyu moaned in pleasure, lying back on the bed with his legs raised.
Seeing him like this, Aunt Ouyang seemed to become even more enthusiastic for some reason. She grasped the cock with both hands, leaned forward, and her knees touched the floor.
Aunt Ouyang... was kneeling? I stood there, stunned.
But in the scene before me, Aunt Ouyang grew even more excited. She tightened her red lips, sucking desperately on the thick glans, her delicate hands gripping the sturdy shaft tightly, stroking rapidly in sync with the up-and-down motion of her head. She didn't seem to care that she was kneeling, nor that Zhao Chenyu's thick pubic hair might be pricking her delicate, fair skin, nor that her wavy hair was flying wildly as her head bobbed. It was as if, in this moment, her eyes saw only this large cock, and she wanted only to stimulate it wildly, to make it...
"Ugh—Ah! Lan-jie! Fuck! Feels so fucking good! Ah, fuck!" Zhao Chenyu now writhed like a tortured prisoner, his body twisting, his abdomen convulsing, his mouth spewing curses as he gasped for air.
"Mmmpf! Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft—Pfft!" With a high-pitched, breathy sound, Aunt Ouyang's mouth released Zhao Chenyu's cock. She tilted her head, panting heavily.
Zhao Chenyu also stopped struggling, though his cock remained proudly erect, Aunt Ouyang's saliva slowly dripping down its length.
"Stupid cock... Ah... Why won't you cum yet? My mouth is so sore!" Aunt Ouyang flicked Zhao Chenyu's cock with her finger, complaining resentfully.
"Haha, feels great!" Zhao Chenyu sat up, his gaze burning as he stared down at Aunt Ouyang kneeling between his legs. What was he thinking? About this domineering, high-and-mighty female CEO who once wouldn't even glance his way, now completely naked and using her mouth to please him, sucking and licking his cock in such a lewd manner? And now he could look down on her from above... Was that what he was thinking?
"Stupid cock, stupid servant!" After catching her breath, Aunt Ouyang raised her hand and punched Zhao Chenyu's thigh hard, seemingly venting her frustration at not succeeding.
"Hehe, Lan-jie now knows how powerful my little Yu's cock is, right?" Zhao Chenyu laughed smugly.
"Stupid cock! Powerful my ass! Stupid rod!" Aunt Ouyang cursed, her face flushed, her charming eyes glaring coquettishly at the man leaning over her.
"What are you—mmph!" Zhao Chenyu's sturdy arms slipped effortlessly under Auntie Ouyang's armpits, gently lifting her graceful figure. Before she could even process what was happening, he tenderly leaned down and, with an elegance that took me by surprise, pulled Auntie Ouyang tightly into his embrace. Their eyes met, and his lips pressed deeply against hers as she knelt upright before him. In that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air around them filled with an indescribable, lewd desire.
I have to admit, as much as I despise Zhao Chenyu, this position was undeniably dominating.
Auntie Ouyang's eyes widened, then slowly closed, glistening with moisture. Her arms wound around Zhao Chenyu's neck like vines, responding to him passionately. She truly didn't seem to care that she was kneeling between his legs—kneeling before her subordinate, kneeling before her future son-in-law's junior.
At this moment, I even began to doubt whether Auntie Ouyang still had me in her heart. But how could decades of affection be defeated by just a few months of interaction and a handful of intimate encounters? I refused to believe it.
"Mmm...!" On the screen, their lips parted, a sticky strand of saliva stretching between them—one end on Zhao Chenyu's mouth, the other on Auntie Ouyang's lips.
"Lan-jie, do you like giving my big cock a blowjob?" Zhao Chenyu stared into Auntie Ouyang's eyes.
"Stop it..." Auntie Ouyang murmured softly, her gaze evasive.
"Hehe, so can you take me off the blacklist now?" Zhao Chenyu teased.
Blacklist? What blacklist?
"It's all your fault, you troublemaker! You deserve it! Sending me pictures of your hard thing every day! It's so ugly!" Auntie Ouyang complained, but I caught the nuance—every day?
"I can't help it. I've been pent up for so long. Every morning I wake up hard, and I just have to show you. Isn't that proof that I miss you?" Zhao Chenyu whispered into Auntie Ouyang's ear.
"Go away, you brat. You know I'm on my period, yet you still send me that every day." Auntie Ouyang glared at him but didn't push his face away as it drew closer.
"So, does Lan-jie want my big cock when she sees it too?" Zhao Chenyu suddenly switched to a deep, seductive tone.
"Hmph!" Auntie Ouyang didn't answer.
"Lan-jie likes my big cock, likes sucking it, likes it when I thrust it inside and make you feel good."
Zhao Chenyu continued in a low voice.
"Hmm..." Auntie Ouyang's hum was softer, more drawn out, sounding less like defiance and more like a moan.
"Lan-jie said not to send it during your period, so does that mean when you're not on your period, I can send it, and we can have sex?" Zhao Chenyu licked Auntie Ouyang's ear. She didn't respond, but her face grew increasingly flushed.
"Lan-jie, I've been holding back for so long, and so have you. I want to cum, cum for you, fill you up, give it all to you. The only thing that can make me cum is Lan-jie's little slutty pussy." Zhao Chenyu kissed Auntie Ouyang's cheek.
This time, Auntie Ouyang didn't object to him calling it a "slutty pussy."
"Lan-jie, let's have sex." With that, Zhao Chenyu kissed Auntie Ouyang's lips again, lifted her up, turned, and pressed her onto the bed. He spread her legs apart, guided his cock toward her honeyed entrance, and thrust inside.
What?! Zhao Chenyu, this guy! He didn't use a condom?! Auntie Ouyang! This guy isn't wearing one!
I screamed silently in my heart, my pulse racing so fast it felt like my chest was being torn apart.
"Ah..." Auntie Ouyang suddenly felt the entrance of her pussy stretched taut by a scorching heat, her alluring red lips parting slightly as she let out a moan filled with desire.
"Hehe, Sister Lan, I knew it, I knew it! While Sister Lan was sucking my big cock, her own little pussy was dripping wet!" Zhao Chenyu muttered excitedly, his thick glans struggling to push into Auntie Ouyang's tightly closed, moist honey pot. The long-missed tightness made his whole body tense up, his eyes fixed on the point where his cock and her pussy joined, unwilling to miss even the slightest detail of the penetration.
"Hmm..." Aunt Ouyang let out a muffled groan, though I couldn't tell if she cared that Zhao Chenyu had entered her without a condom. I only saw her biting her lower lip tightly, as if struggling to hold back her moans. Looking down, I noticed a thick, dark dragon invading between her legs, its massive head desperately pushing deeper into her.
I couldn't guess her feelings, but I watched as the tension between her brows eased, her eyes closing as if resigned to her fate.
Just then.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" Aunt Ouyang's phone, placed on the nightstand, suddenly rang.
She and Zhao Chenyu exchanged a glance before she reached out, picked it up, and glanced at the screen. Her expression instantly turned strange.
"Don't say a word—it's my daughter," Aunt Ouyang whispered to Zhao Chenyu, putting a finger to her lips.
"Hello, sweetie?" Aunt Ouyang tried to keep her tone as normal as possible.
"Hmm... Mom's out. Have you eaten?" She spoke calmly into the phone, but Zhao Chenyu refused to stay still. Holding his breath, he slowly pushed his cock deeper inside her.
"Mmm... No, no, it's nothing. Someone... recommended a massage place, so I'm getting a massage... Hmm!" Aunt Ouyang couldn't suppress a soft moan at first, then hurriedly tried to explain to Jingyan.
"I'm not secretly enjoying... enjoying myself. I'm just scouting it out for you... Hah! If it's good, I'll bring you along..." By now, half of Zhao Chenyu's cock was inside her. Aunt Ouyang had to contend with the searing heat and tight fullness inside her while desperately suppressing her breathing, leaving the usually calm and composed woman flustered.
"Hmm... Mom tonight... tonight..." Aunt Ouyang hesitated, her eyes meeting Zhao Chenyu's. He was still thrusting his cock, shaking his head and mouthing silent words.
"Don't go back, don't go back..."
Though I wanted to tell Aunt Ouyang not to agree, it was already too late.
"Mom won't be back tonight..." Hearing her say that filled me with an inexplicable sadness. It was like knowing the truth and preparing to face it, but when the truth actually unfolds, emotions become uncontrollable.
Hearing this, Zhao Chenyu's face lit up with excitement, and he thrust his cock hard.
"It's fine... Ah... it's fine. The masseuse just... pinched me too hard!" Aunt Ouyang frowned deeply, her mouth wide open as she gasped for air, fighting to hold back her body's desires.
"Hmm, ask ** to stay with you at home!"
"Mom's going to take a bath now. I'll hang up!" Aunt Ouyang quickly ended the call, tossed her phone aside, and glared angrily at Zhao Chenyu.
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