Liu Ruoxiβs snow-white, enormous breasts swayed violently under the fierce impact, sending out waves of lewd ripples. The fluids from her jade cave gushed out, making squelching sounds as they were churned by the rapidly thrusting cock, splattering nectar everywhere.
That scorching, thick, and long cock was so immense that with every thrust, it easily reached the deepest parts of her jade cave. The egg-sized glans rubbed fiercely against the itching, tender flesh inside, bringing waves of unparalleled, soul-stirring pleasure.
Especially when it slammed violently into the depths, hitting the flower bud and clamshell flesh, it sent surges of incredibly pleasurable, numbing electric currents shooting through her. These sensations then raced like swift arrows throughout her body, stimulating every single nerve.
Overwhelming waves of pleasure continuously washed over her. Liu Ruoxi felt her body growing hotter and hotter, the numbing ecstasy becoming more and more intense, like raging waves crashing and surging layer upon layer.
Having been deprived for so many years, she had never experienced such passionate and fierce sex. Her entire body felt as if it were floating on clouds, euphoric and intoxicated, her mind and soul utterly captivated!
She gradually lost herself in the act of lovemaking. Drenched in fragrant sweat, her phoenix eyes narrowed into seductive slits, her blurred gaze watery and misty, as if on the verge of dripping with desire. Her delicate, lustful moans were enough to ignite anyoneβs desire, making them want to ravage her sexy, irresistible body fiercely.
Yang Haoranβs face was flushed red. His wild, brutal thrusting had long covered his forehead with fine beads of sweat, and he panted heavily. Yet, his dark eyes were brighter than ever before. His large hands grew even rougher as they ravaged his motherβs towering, enormous breasts. Two fingers pinched her pink, tender nipples, twisting and tormenting them, pulling and tugging upwards, creating lewd waves across her breasts. Her snow-white, massive mounds were stretched and pulled into cone shapes like dough, causing his mother to let out pained cries of distress. Yet, those fiery, lewd moans only excited Yang Haoran even more. He loved hearing women cry out in agony under his tormentβit was like a beautiful symphony that stirred his passions.
“Slapο½~ slapο½~ slapο½~” The rapid sounds of impact echoed through the room like a magnificent symphony. The rhythm grew increasingly frantic, the noises louder and more resonant, crashing like a violent storm.
“Huuhο½~” Yang Haoranβs upper body leaned back slightly, his lower abdomen slamming fiercely against his motherβs snow-white hips, setting off endless waves of undulating flesh. Liu Ruoxiβs delicate body trembled uncontrollably under the brutal pounding, her fair skin flushed with a bewitching, rosy hue.
As the thick, scorching rod at his lower thrust in and out repeatedly, the tender flesh of her cave was thrown into chaos. With every twitch of his cock, the pink, delicate flesh inside turned outward. Her tight jade cave, soft and moist, clenched tightly around Yang Haoranβs member, massaging and milking the glans and shaft. Yang Haoranβs breathing grew heavier, the pleasurable sensations surging like ocean waves, one overwhelming crash after another. His eyebrows relaxed into a straight line, and his face, contorted with ecstasy, showed slight distortion.
“Ah!! It hurtsο½~ Mmmphο½~ Be gentler, Haoranο½~ Mmm ahο½~ It hurts so muchο½~ Ah ahο½~ Haoranο½~”
Liu Ruoxiβs exquisitely beautiful face twisted slightly in pain. Her pink, tender nipple was cruelly pulled up by Yang Haoran, swaying like a weight as he twisted his fingers, rotating her nipple a full 360 degrees until it was contorted into a lump of flesh, unrecognizable from its original form.
Furious and in unbearable pain, Liu Ruoxi pinched her son hard, but it was useless. She could only beg him to play more gently, her seductive voice carrying a hint of pleading. Her pink nipples had always been her most sensitive spot, and now, subjected to such abuse, she simply couldnβt endure it.
Hearing his motherβs screams and pleas, Yang Haoran felt a thrill like never before. Even though he knew he would face her wrath later, he couldnβt suppress the perverted desires swelling inside him. He continued twisting his fingers, contorting her pink nipple into a tangled mess, even pulling the surrounding areola into a twisted, rotated state.
“Ah ah!!”
Liu Ruoxi let out a sharp scream, her face contorted, turning pale. Fine beads of cold sweat dotted her smooth, fair forehead. Her previously dazed, watery eyes instantly cleared, glaring at Yang Haoran with rage.
Lost in his motherβs screams and driven by desire, Yang Haoran hardened his resolve and met her furious gaze, shouting, “You slutty bitch… what are you screaming for… you slutty bitch… even if it hurts, bear with it…”
Slap… slap… slap… Stimulated by the humiliation he was inflicting on his mother and hearing her suppressed cries of pain, Yang Haoranβs pleasure intensified. His thrusting hips pounded her jade cave like a violent storm, producing loud, slapping noises. The intense pleasure rushed to his head, even making him feel dizzy. After ruthlessly thrusting dozens more times into her dripping wet jade cave, he finally couldnβt hold back any longer and shuddered into climax…
Yang Haoranβs mind went blank. The overwhelming pleasure made his vision blur, as if he were seeing double. His entire body felt light, as if he had lost all physical form, floating in the air, hovering among the clouds, ecstatic and near death. It wasnβt until an icy, furious roar brought him back to his senses:
“Get off me!!”
“Now!!”
Liu Ruoxiβs stunning face still bore traces of her climax, but it was slightly pale. Her icy expression seemed frozen in a layer of millennia-old frost, terrifyingly cold. Her amber, watery eyes glared at her son with burning rage, as if flames were roaring within them, ready to erupt.
Feeling her son finish, she could no longer contain her surging anger, which erupted like a volcano.
Yang Haoranβs face instantly turned pale with fear as he realized what he had done. Cold sweat poured down his back. He scrambled frantically off his motherβs snow-white body, looking utterly disheveled. His limp, worm-like member hung between his legs. He looked at his motherβs pale face and begged for mercy: “Mom… Iβm sorβ”
“Get out!!”
Before he could finish, Liu Ruoxi cut him off sharply. Her gaze was filled with hatred and disappointment. She couldnβt bear to speak another word to him; even looking at him fueled her uncontrollable rage.
Yang Haoran glanced at his motherβs full, round breasts. The right one, with its once vibrant, pink nipple, was now covered in shocking bruises, as if it had been brutally abused, making it unbearable to look at.
Liu Ruoxi took a deep breath… then another… and another… but she still couldnβt calm down. Even though her nipple had been abused by her son before, this time it was worse, far more severe.
This bastard… did he want to tear her nipple off?
Especially when she recalled the look of enjoyment on his face while she was in painβhow perverted! How could she have given birth to such a monster…
Liu Ruoxi was so angry that her towering breasts heaved violently. Grinding her teeth, she grew angrier the more she thought about it. Her furious, beautiful eyes narrowed as they scanned the room, seemingly searching for a suitable weapon.
Yang Haoran couldnβt just sit there and wait to be beaten. Terrified, he mustered strength back into his weakened body and scrambled to cling to his motherβs thigh, pleading urgently: “My dear, beloved motherο½~ I was wrong, I truly was wrong. Please calm down. All the fault is mine. Donβt let your anger harm your healthβit pains my heart…”
“Let go…”
Liu Ruoxi roared like thunder, the sound echoing in Yang Haoranβs ears. How could he dare let go? He used all his strength to cling to her thigh, ignoring her struggles, like a piece of sticky gum that couldnβt be shaken off.
Yang Haoranβs persistent clinging only fueled Liu Ruoxiβs fury further. As she glared at him, he realized begging wasnβt working and hurriedly said, “Mom, I can explain… really… I can explain… Please donβt be angry…”
In his desperation, Yang Haoran cried out loudly, his will to survive burning fiercely.
Seeing that she couldnβt break free from her son, Liu Ruoxi was so furious she considered kneeing him. Hearing his words, her anger subsided slightly. She looked down at him and sneered, “Fine, Mom will listen to your explanation. You have one minute!”
She wanted to see what excuse her smooth-talking son could fabricate to avoid a beating.
Yang Haoran felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He frantically racked his brain, thinking on the spot. What explanation could he give? Could he blame it on his lust taking over his mind?