Watching the absolute knockout of a mother in his arms looking so damn sultry, Wang Yue felt like a furnace was igniting in his gut. He guided one of Su Mengyan's jade-like hands down to his crotch.
The second her palm made contact with that steaming, thick, iron-hard rod, she gripped it tight. She was honestly, hopelessly in love with her son's monster cock—the very thing that always sent her straight to nirvana.
At the same time, Wang Yue didn't miss a beat. He slid his hand down to her slick, fragrant heat, parting those two plush petals to drive his fingers inside in a slow, rhythmic tease. He leaned in again, capturing her cherry-blossom lips in a fierce, tongue-tangled wet kiss.
With Su Mengyan's soft hand wrapped around him, the warm, velvet sensation made his cock twitch and throb. It felt incredible. Feeling that rhythmic pulsing in her palm, she instinctively started to stroke him.
