At first, she wouldn’t listen to me, until I told her that if she got into postgraduate studies, I would take her out for a good time, taking her wherever she wanted to go.
Hearing this, she readily agreed.
"But... even though my mom said we can’t do that kind of thing, she didn’t say we can’t get close, hehe..."
As she said this, she leaned toward me with a mischievous grin, and her rosy lips kissed me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately, her gaze becoming more and more hazy.
Her sexy body twisted continually, constantly rubbing against my lower half, reigniting the desire that had just subsided.
It had just been her mother rubbing against me below, and now it was her turn; this mother and daughter were truly too addictive.
My hardness pressed against that tender spot, feeling a tenderness completely different from Aunt Liu’s.
A young girl is a young girl, possessing a youthful vitality that middle-aged women lack, exuding an irresistible allure from head to toe, oh so tender.
When I am with Yang Yaxue, the image of Aunt Liu’s mature and enchanting face, and her voluptuous figure, always surfaces in my mind...
Glancing again at Yang Yaxue in my arms, although she might not have the charm of Aunt Liu in certain aspects, her youth has a flavor of its own.
Yang Yaxue seemed to become addicted as well, unable to help herself as she moaned softly, voluntarily straddling my thighs and rubbing that tender spot against my hardness, her face full of longing.
I gasped for air heavily, clearly finding it hard to stop.
Truth be told, just now Aunt Liu’s hand had brought me release once, and it was nowhere near enough. How could I endure such provocation now, with the wicked fire inside me burning fiercer than ever?
But there was no helping it, I had already promised Aunt Liu, and I couldn’t go back on my word.
"Xu Tian brother, yours is so hard."
"Why don’t you help me with your fingers like before? I’ve been reading books recently, and I’m really tired. Just think of it as helping me relax."
She twisted her delicate body, begging me with her eyes, and without waiting for my consent, she found a wet wipe and cleaned herself down there.
I watched her every move, admiring the tenderness of that young girl, truly delightful.
When my hand touched her, her delicate body trembled violently, she couldn’t help but let out a comfortable moan, her bodily response was extremely intense.
Soon, she put her hand over her mouth, terrified that Aunt Liu outside might hear her.
But her body was just too sensitive, as my tongue kept up its assault, she issued soft moans of comfort, utterly unrestrained.
Even, she couldn’t help but press down on my hand, controlling my rhythm.
It was clear she had grown adept at this, knowing just the right pressure that felt the most Comfortable, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down.
I was feeling incredibly stimulated too.
Having just toyed with her mother, and now bringing her daughter to the peak with my fingers, satisfying them both at the same time, I also felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.
Just then, I faintly heard a quiet set of footsteps coming from outside.
Could it be Aunt Liu?
Was she eavesdropping outside again?
Could it be because she had heard Yang Yaxue’s moaning?
Thinking this, I suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of excitement, my heart pounding wildly.
I was absolutely certain I wasn’t mistaken, Aunt Liu must be right outside the door, probably with her ear pressed tightly against it, listening to what Yang Yaxue and I were doing, right?
Yang Yaxue’s moans were loud; she definitely could hear them.
My heartbeat sped up, my blood boiling with excitement, shaking all over.
This feeling was too exhilarating.
Under the "watchful eye" of her mother, I played with her daughter’s Holy Land with my fingers—could there be anything more thrilling?