Lying on her side, Yang Haoran closed the door and locked it. Under the bright light, Auntie He on the bed had a face flushed as red as a peach blossom, her drunkenly charming appearance incredibly alluring.
Yang Haoran unbuckled his belt, releasing the towering, massive member that stood erect. He straddled He Muchen’s waist, thrusting his hips to bring the large, red, umbrella-shaped glans close to the high bridge of Wei Ming’s mother, He Muchen’s nose. The slit secreted sticky strands of fluid, and the pungent, musky odor wafted into He Muchen’s nostrils.
Yang Haoran slowly smeared the fluid secreted from the slit around He Muchen’s nose, until even her full, plump red lips were coated with the unknown liquid, glistening with a lewd sheen.
He then captured this “aesthetic” scene in a photograph, saving it for his collection.
After putting his phone away, Yang Haoran stealthily began undoing the pearl buttons of He Muchen’s chiffon long-sleeved blouse. One by one, the tightly fastened buttons opened to each side, the blouse slipping down to rest on either side of He Muchen’s flat stomach, revealing a glimpse of spring splendor.
Instantly, two mountainous peaks, squeezed together and piled high, came into Yang Haoran’s view. Most of the splendor was encased by a purple lace bra. Through the transparent gauze of the bra’s lace trim, he could vaguely glimpse the delicate, fair, soft, and creamy orbs.
Even lying flat, He Muchen’s towering, cloud-high mounds could not escape gravity, spilling over abundantly to the sides. As Yang Haoran undid the bra clasp, the snow-white, creamy flesh around her cleavage quivered, setting off undulating waves of jiggling flesh.
“Xiao Mingzi wasn’t wrong; his mother really is a top-tier milf,” Yang Haoran muttered obscenely, licking his lips.
He reached out to fondle He Muchen’s enormous breasts, handling them like precious treasures, and commented unconsciously, “Auntie He’s huge tits would feel amazing for a titfuck.”
He gazed mesmerized at the mammaries that even two hands couldn’t fully encompass, shaped like two inverted sea bowls. Her nipples were small and pale pink, the entirety snow-white, round, and soft, swaying and jiggling as if filled with creamy nectar, overwhelmingly voluptuous.
Yang Haoran was in no hurry. For the first time with a beautiful woman like He Muchen, he intended to savor her slowly.
Next, her black straight skirt was also pulled down by his lustful hands. He left only a pair of flesh-toned stockings on Auntie He’s body.
He Muchen’s snow-white, delicate body appeared voluptuous yet not fat, with the sole exception of the massive, melon-like heavy breasts hanging on her chest, a sight that was shockingly impressive.
Looking further down, there was her slender willow-like waist. Her slightly rounded belly looked pleasingly plump, characteristic of a woman her age, and undoubtedly felt soft to the touch.
What most incessantly fueled Yang Haoran’s wicked desires was the area between the mature Auntie He’s thighs. Beneath the lush, dense patch of pubic hair, her tender, fleshy white thighs were pressed together, squeezing out the honeyed mound of her vulva. The two plump, pale major lips bulged prominently, protruding like a small hill.
“Gulp⦔ Yang Haoran swallowed hard.
Stripping off all his clothes, he eagerly lay atop He Muchen’s entirely snow-white, delicate body. He lowered his head to her smooth, flushed, pretty face, her soft, downy, swan-like white neck, and her ears, lavishing them with meticulous, deep, passionate licks and kisses. Like a sloth feeding, his glistening saliva gradually moistened and claimed He Muchen’s swan-like neck, as if planting a flag on conquered territory in a war.
His invasion gradually spread until it paused at the two towering, erect snow-white mountains. Yang Haoran took a deep breath of the cleavage, inhaling Auntie He’s fragrant body odor mixed with a milky scent, a sensation that was utterly exhilarating.
Closing his eyes, Yang Haoran buried his face deep into the profound cleavage. His cheeks reveled in the soft, enveloping sensation as he extended his tongue to lick and taste, over and over again. His tongue, like a brush, coated the snow-white, soft, creamy orbs with a layer of glistening wetness. He was as if savoring a delicious delicacy, taking his time to enjoy it thoroughly, until finally, he opened his mouth to suckle on a pale pink nipple, tasting the granary that had nourished his best friend Wei Ming in his childhood.
“Mmm~…” He Muchen, who was in a deep sleep, began to react. Hazily, she seemed to sense the violation and struggled to wake up. However, her nerves, numbed by alcohol and drugs, remained in a dazed state, only allowing her to emit a soft moan.
This experience, akin to sleep paralysis, caused her brows to furrow tightly, yet her consciousness remained blurred and confused.
The sudden sound startled Yang Haoran. He raised himself to check and found that Auntie He’s eyes were still tightly closed, her beautiful face now flushed with a layer of springtime allure, making her appear even more captivating.
After observing quietly for a minute or two and confirming that Auntie He would not wake up, Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief. However, this unexpected scare had robbed him of the mood to savor her slowly.
It was better to take Auntie He sooner rather than later.
Finally, through the sheer, cicada-wing-like flesh-toned stockings, Yang Haoran gripped, kneaded, and caressed her plump, beautiful legs. The sensation was smooth, soft, and fleshy, exquisitely characteristic of a mature woman’s charm, and for a moment, he found himself unable to tear his hands away.
After fondling He Muchen’s stocking-clad legs, Yang Haoran hesitated no longer. He shifted his position, lifting He Muchen’s beautiful legs and bending them into an M-shape, prying apart her pressed-together snow-white thighs. In the deep, shadowy valley below, the two plump, fair labia were equally translucent and pale, with only theε«©ηΊ’ tightly constricted rosebud. The meaty slit in between was clamped shut, impenetrable and mysterious, appearing as if it had been untouched for many years.
Yang Haoran held onto He Muchen’s stocking-clad knee with one hand while using two fingers of the other to pry apart her tightly closed major lips, revealing the pink flesh within. With a thrust of his hips, his massive python plunged into the entrance. The monstrous glans forced its way with difficulty into He Muchen’s passage…
His cock, enveloped by her honeyed passage, gradually felt the surrounding flesh actively constricting around it, creating a suffocating tightness. It was as if countless warm little mouths were sucking, soft, glutinous, oily, and tight, continuously writhing and kissing his shaft, eager to devour and digest it…
Only when his hips collided with He Muchen’s buttocks, burying his entire length inside, did Yang Haoran’s furrowed brows relax. Pleasurable sensations rushed from his lower body to his brain, the bliss making his scalp tingle slightly. The thought that the mature woman beneath him was… his best friend Wei Ming’s mother, and that this was happening right under Xiao Mingzi’s nose, filled his entire being with an exhilarating thrill.
And Auntie Shen… if he were to fuck that beautiful, alluring, slutty mother dog right in front of Shiwen, he wondered just howεΊζΏ that would be.
“Mmm~~”
He Muchen’s body, long deprived of moisture for years, suddenly reacted to the intrusion of such a massive python. Her rosy, full vermilion lips pursed unconsciously, and her brows gradually relaxed. Waves of pleasurable sensations stimulated her numbed nerves…
Yang Haoran supported himself with both hands on Auntie He’s knees, slightly arching them to shift his center of gravity to his lower body. Gazing at He Muchen’s intoxicating beauty, he began thrusting with grunts and efforts.
“Smack… smack… smack…”
The crisp sound of flesh colliding gradually filled the secondary bedroom. Yang Haoran’s thick, hard, massive meat rod squeezed against the labia on either side, ruthlessly ravaging the unconscious beautiful mature woman. The two fleshy major lips were squeezed and rolled back and forth with each thrust, folding inward upon entry and, upon withdrawal, bringing with them some of the honeyed secretions from the passage. Gradually, the surfaces of the two major lips glistened with a moist sheen, as if nourished by a rain shower.
He Muchen’s once neat and tidy honeyed passage became disheveled. The lush pubic hairs curled up, and the wantonly rammed and churned passage splattered droplets of lewd fluid, appearing utterly debauched.