"Mother… Loosen my robe's belt and take my thing out." Max said, his voice husky with desire.
"Mm." Zhao Ziyan hummed softly in response and with hesitant hands, she reached out and untied the cloth belt securing the lower part of the robes.
She then looked up at him. Their eyes met and Max reached out and softly stroked her head as he nodded, "Go on."
Zhao Ziyan took a breath, reached inside now loosened robe and grabbed his rapidly hardening, hot cock. Immediately, her breathing hitched and she felt her vagina twitch.
She slowly took it out from the constraint of the cloth and stared at it. It was long and girthy with angry veins running all over it. The thick, blunt head was purple and a droplet of clear fluid was on the centre.
She unconsciously moved her thumb, pressed it on the droplet and rubbed it all around the tip.
