Chapter 220: Finger-Fucking He Muchen

After securing He Muchen’s promise, Yang Haoran refrained from any further groping. He watched Aunt He busily stir-frying, occasionally helping with small tasks like passing seasonings or soy sauce, while making casual conversation with her.

Aside from their mother-son-like age difference, their intimate communication resembled that of a young couple.

The man was handsome and passionate; the woman was beautiful, gentle, and poised.

When Aunt He finished reducing the sauce, took off her apron, and hung it on the wall hook, Yang Haoran led the slightly blushing He Muchen to the master bedroom.

As soon as the master bedroom door was closed and locked, Yang Haoran wrapped his arm around Aunt He’s slender waist and pressed an irresistible kiss onto He Muchen’s full, red lips. He greedily inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from her, pried open her pearly teeth to invade her mouth, entwining with her soft, fragrant tongue. His right hand, which had been holding her waist, slid down to caress Aunt He’s perky and voluptuous buttocks.

And those two delicate, yet enormous, soft breasts on He Muchen’s chest!

“Mmm………… yes…………”

He Muchen was gradually pushed down onto the large bed by Yang Haoran. Her chestnut-brown wavy hair cascaded like a waterfall across the sheets. Her eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and her limp, delicate body helplessly succumbed to Yang Haoran’s teasing.

Only when she felt slightly suffocated did He Muchen open her eyes and push weakly at his shoulders. Yang Haoran适时 released her small mouth and teased, gazing at her enchanting, blushing face: “Aunt He, look at you—blushing like a young girl. Haven’t you ever slept with that guy surnamed Li?”

“No.”

He Muchen shot him a reproachful glare. Her blush wasn’t due to the intimacy between a man and a woman, but rather from the shame of being defiled by a boy young enough to be her son.

And this boy was also her son’s classmate and friend. Thus, every time He Muchen engaged in intimacy with him, she couldn’t suppress an intense sense of shame and immorality, which stimulated her desire and pleasure.

Hearing Aunt He’s answer, the desire in Yang Haoran’s heart grew even stronger. He longed to possess and dominate this beautiful, mature woman who nominally belonged to Li Song.

Thinking the time wasn’t yet ripe, Yang Haoran restrained himself. His hand探进 He Muchen’s skirt, groping for her already moist spot. Two fingers rubbed against her labia, stimulating her desire, as he said, “Aunt He, you’re wet down there again. Do you want your husband to push inside?”

“Yes!”

Having been played with by him just yesterday, He Muchen didn’t offer much resistance now. With a flushed face, she agreed.

Yang Haoran pressed his middle and index fingers together and挤入 the gap between her labia, rubbing close to her clitoris to further stimulate her desire. The tender pink bud was constantly rubbed and squeezed by his fingers, prompting He Muchen to let out an involuntary moan. Her cheeks were suffused with a lewd flush of spring, and her gaze grew dazed as she looked at Yang Haoran’s handsome face.

Yang Haoran chuckled darkly. “Where should your husband push inside?”

As he spoke, he increased the pressure of his fingers, squeezing the tender flesh within her pussy until it was overwhelmed.

“Down there!”

“Aunt He, where down there?”

He Muchen knew the boy before her was toying with her, but with her sensitive spot being stimulated, desire welled up in her heart. It was like a devil whispering in her ear, tempting her to utter that shameful word. As his fingers accelerated their摩擦, the stimulation grew more intense. A powerful craving surged within her, and, blushing with shame, her red lips inexplicably let out that word.

“Cunt!”

It was as if the devil’s gate had been opened. He Muchen’s face was dyed with a deep crimson. Her eyes half-closed, she didn’t dare meet the teasing gaze of the boy before her.

“Cunt?”

Yang Haoran wasn’t ready to let go of this beautiful sight yet. He smirked and asked her, “Whose cunt?”

“Auntie’s,” He Muchen answered, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.

“And what kind of cunt is Auntie’s?” Yang Haoran said playfully, while his two fingers shifted to pinching and rubbing her clitoris.

“Mmm~”

The intense stimulation forced a moan from He Muchen. Her eyes flew open, her moist gaze fixed on Yang Haoran with seductive tenderness. Her vermilion lips parted slightly. “Auntie doesn’t know.”

“Is it the one with the ‘horse’ radical?”

“Yes.”

“What character?”

“Slutty!”

“Say it again, Aunt He. What kind of cunt do you want your husband to fuck?” Yang Haoran’s expression grew increasingly excited. Seeing the proper and graceful Aunt He displaying such a lewd, seductive state, his crotch was swollen and aching unbearably.

The devil’s floodgates had been opened. He Muchen, gritting her teeth against the shame in her heart, let her soul chase the堕落 pleasure bestowed by the devil and blurted out: “Slutty cunt. Haoran, please fuck Auntie’s slutty cunt…………”

She gazed at the young man before her, her tone carrying a hint of pleading.

With a “squelch,” Yang Haoran’s two pressed-together fingers pushed into He Muchen’s slutty cunt. The moment they entered, his two fingers began rapidly thrusting in and out of Aunt He’s slutty cunt,不给 her a moment’s respite.

“Mmm yes~~ mmm hmm~~”

He Muchen let out satisfied moans, her brow relaxed. Waves of wanton sounds spilled from her red lips. Yang Haoran unzipped his pants and pulled them, along with his underwear, down to his knees. With one hand, his two fingers continued to finger-fuck Aunt He’s slutty cunt, moving in and out accompanied by lewd, wet squelches and splattering love juices. With his other hand, he took He Muchen’s soft, warm hand and placed it on his cock, signaling her to jerk him off.

Once Aunt He obediently began stroking his meat rod, waves of pleasure washed over Yang Haoran. His free hand climbed up to the two mountainous peaks lying flat on Aunt He’s chest. One hand couldn’t fully grasp one mound; the soft sensation through the fabric created a barrier.

At this moment, He Muchen sensed Yang Haoran’s intention. Her free, jade-like hand pulled down one shoulder strap of her dress. Yang Haoran understood and pulled down the other strap on her fragrant shoulder. Tugging the neckline down to create a low-cut opening, Yang Haoran reached inside, pushed aside her bra, and spread his fingers wide, vigorously kneading He Muchen’s snow-white, enormous breast.

“Aunt He, your tits are so huge. Have you ever been peeked at by passersby when you’re out?”

Yang Haoran gripped her massive breast with one hand. With each squeeze and press of his fingers, the snow-white flesh overflowed from between them. The pale, erect giant breast changed into各种 lewd shapes in his hand, like a piece of dough.

“Mmm hmm~~ Yes~~ Mmm ah~~ Haoran~~ Mmm~~ Don’t thrust so fast!~~ Slower~~ Mmm ah~”

He Muchen’s beautiful face was荡漾 with spring passion. Her eyes dazed, she looked up at Yang Haoran. Her two lovely legs beneath her hips were bent into an M-shape, seemingly resisting yet welcoming as she endured his hands roaming all over her delicate body. Meanwhile, one of her jade-like hands reached to the boy’s crotch, stroking Yang Haoran’s large meat rod.