The warm “mother-son” atmosphere was only shattered after Yang Haoran released those two glistening, tender, and enticing nipples from his mouth. He let out a deep sigh, his expression indescribably satisfied.
“Shen, you bitch, continue. Get down on all fours, raise your ass for your master, and spread your slutty cunt open for him to see.”
After getting his fill, Yang Haoran commanded, as if flipping a switch and showing no mercy.
Hearing this, Shen Qing shot him an annoyed glare but obediently complied.
As Aunt Shen lowered her head slowly, adjusting her posture onto her hands and knees, she raised her large, round, and voluptuous buttocks toward him like a millstone.
Two perfectly full and peach-like buttocks wereθ΅€θ£Έθ£Έ displayed before Yang Haoran. Gazing at those fair and alluring hips, his mouth went dry. Her snow-white skin and plump shape resembled fresh, juicy peaches, making one want to take a bite and savor their flavor.
Between her snow-white thighs, a black lace thong obscured the breathtaking canyon view. The thong was made of minimal fabric, with only a strip about two or three fingers wide covering her slutty pussy, outlining a full and fleshy oyster-like shape.
From the shape, it was clear that Aunt Shen’s labia majora were extremely thick and fleshy, bulging against the thin fabric with a plump, meaty texture.
Yang Haoran had thought Aunt Shen would lewdly arch her buttocks before him and slowly unveil this mysterious veil with her own hands. But then a charming, coquettish voice reached his ears, making him understand her intention.
“Master~ what are you waiting for? Wonβt you unwrap this gift with your own hands?”
As she spoke, Aunt Shenβs raised, snow-white buttocks swayed restlessly from side to side, as if seducing him. Her utterly wanton and captivating demeanor was simply breathtaking.
Yang Haoran immediately thought this was a great idea and agreed excitedly.
His burning hands hooked onto the thin strings of her thong at her waist and, following the exaggerated curve of her buttocks, tremblingly pulled it down slowly. The most beautiful canyon scenery of this “gift” was gradually unveiled before his eyes.
First, a small, crimson rosebud came into view, followed by the true appearance of Aunt Shenβs slutty pussy. Her snow-white labia majora were plump, full, and lush, shaped like a large oysterβfleshy, tender, and tightly closed together, forming a narrow, slit-like opening.
The slit was moist, secreting a trickling honey-like nectar from below, flowing like a gentle stream.
Yang Haoran was mesmerized. Aunt Shenβs plump and tender slutty cunt was clearly a top-tier, soul-stirring flesh cavern. The thought of those thick labia majora gripping and milking a thick cock made his crotch burn and swell with desire.
“Shen, you bitch, spread your slutty cunt open.”
Desire raged like wildfire within him. Unable to restrain hisθ¨θ lust, Yang Haoran urged impatiently.
From his tone, Shen Qing knew he wanted to degrade her. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and the corners of her lips curled slightly as she played along. Her jade-like hands moved along her back to her buttocks, one on each side. Her index fingers traced each labium majora, slowly spreading them apart for his inspection. A seductive voice accompanied her actions: “Masterβ¦ please donβt take photosβ¦ your servant is shy~”
The plump labia majora were parted by her slender fingers, revealing a moist, pink opening. The hole was small, about the width of a finger, with faint glimpses of tender,θ ε¨ flesh insideβwet, muddy, and pink.
Just from its pink hue, it was clear this beautiful field had long lain fallow. Though no diligent farmer had tilled it for years, it retained itsεε§ delightful flavor.
Yang Haoranβs breathing grew rapid, his eyes greedily fixed on that narrow flesh tunnel. Hearing Aunt Shenβs words, he couldnβt help but marvel at her wanton charm.
Yet, the more she acted this way, the more he adored her. The phrase “a lady in public, a whore in bed” was something Aunt Shen had mastered to perfection.
Yang Haoran pulled out his phone from his discarded pants, turned on the camera, and aimed it at the moist, pink flesh hole of Aunt Shenβs spread slutty cunt, capturing a close-up. He laughed lewdly, “You slutty bitch, you really know how to set the mood. Iβd almost forgotten about taking photos, hehe⦔
Though she knew she had provoked it, Shen Qing quickly covered her private parts with her jade-like hands as she saw Little Ranran about to take pictures. She pleaded, “Masterβ¦ if you must take photos, your servant cannot refuse you. But you must promise not to show them to anyone else.”
As she spoke, she seductively swayed her plump buttocks, her coy resistance incredibly enticing.
She specifically reminded him to prevent Little Ranran, in his youthful impulsiveness, from showing off and sharing them with others, like classmates.
Yang Haoran immediately understood Aunt Shenβs concern and quickly assured her, “Donβt worry, Aunt Shen. Iβm not a child anymore. These are private photos, only for you and me. I wonβt leak them.”
Shen Qing knew when to stop. Seeing Little Ranran understood the gravity of the matter and had promised, she moved her hands away and spread herself open again, assuming an inviting posture for him to take photos.
Yang Haoran first took a full shot of Aunt Shenβs slutty cunt, then brought the phone closer to the wet, muddy opening and captured a close-up.
“Aunt Shen, turn your head a little and show your face. I want a full-body shot.”
Of course, Yang Haoran wasnβt satisfied with just that. How could he not include Aunt Shenβs face in such a wanton, seductive pose? He got off the bed, held up his phone with both hands, adjusted the focus, and waited for Aunt Shen to turn her head slightly, revealing a serene and gentle smile. Seizing the moment, his heart raced, and he immediately snapped the picture.
Opening the photo album, he clicked on the newly taken photo to review it.
In the picture, Aunt Shenβs snow-white, voluptuous body resembled a bitch in heat, her plump buttocks raised high as she spread her pink slutty cunt open. Her face was turnedεε₯½ toward theι倴, her hair cascading like a waterfall, her expression elegant and gentle, like a refined beauty. Yet, the lewd pose paired with her serene smile created a striking contrast. The wanton, sensual allure leaped off the photo.
“Excellent, excellent, excellent.” Yang Haoran was thrilled beyond measure and praised repeatedly. He never considered himself talented at photography, but this photo, whether in composition orζε’, was full of charm. It captured the essence of “a lady in public, a whore in bed”βthe gentle smile paired with theζ·«θ‘ pose was intensely impactful.
Seeing Little Ranranβs excited expression, Shen Qing grew curious. “Little Ranran, bring the phone here for Auntie to see. Is it really that good?”
“Not just goodβI could jerk off to this photo.” Yang Haoran, eager to share, excitedly handed the phone to Aunt Shen for her to admire.
Shen Qing looked at theζ·«θ‘ pose and smile in the photo, her face growing slightly warm. Even she had to marvel at theε₯³δΈ»’s wanton seductiveness, yet that woman was herself, which made her feel somewhat embarrassed.
She had intentionally struck that expression but hadnβt expected the effect to be so powerful.