Zhao Ran’s hips thrust forward relentlessly, as if he wouldn’t stop until he had pierced completely through her lower body. Lost in ecstasy, he pumped wildly and violently until Auntie could no longer hold back her delicate cries: “Ah… Oh… Xiao Ran… I can’t take it anymore!”
Auntie tilted her lovely face upward, her snow-white bottom eagerly meeting his thrusts as her entire body trembled uncontrollably. The tender flesh of her honeyed passage clenched and tightened powerfully, as if trying to squeeze and break Zhao Ran’s member. Meanwhile, his large, rigid shaft was tightly suctioned at the entrance of her womb, sending thrilling tremors throughout his body and filling him with indescribable pleasure.
At that moment, another wave of hot, milky-white ejaculation surged from the fragrant depths of her body, drenching Zhao Ran’s manhood with an unprecedented sweetness and exhilaration. Unable to hold back, he let out a deep groan, his hips thrusting frantically as his hardness pressed firmly against her womb. With both hands gripping her snow-white hips, he ground and twisted forcefully, unleashing a torrent of scorching semen deep into her uterus.
Zhao Ran gazed admiringly at Auntie’s breathtakingly beautiful face, now filled with a lewd, dreamy, and dazed expression as she teetered on the brink of collapse.
Zhou Jing, biting down on her lower lip, could no longer endure the overwhelming waves of exquisite sensation—tingling, aching, soft, and numb. Like a mermaid stranded on the shore, her eyes rolled back, her rosebud mouth gaped open, wanting to cry out but unable to make a sound.
Hearing her moans nearly made Zhao Ran’s soul leave his body, his heart racing with exhilaration as his spirit seemed to soar beyond the highest heavens.
After reaching the peak of climax, Auntie seemed as though all her strength had been drained away. She collapsed limply onto the bed, unable to move even slightly. Her delicate face was flushed with a gorgeous rosy hue, her starry eyes tightly closed, long eyelashes fluttering faintly. Her nostrils flared, and her enchanting red lips parted slightly as she continued to release soft, orchid-fragrant pants and captivating moans.
After such an intense session, Zhao Ran also found satisfaction, his mind briefly blank, devoid of any thought. The desires he had accumulated over recent days were completely unleashed.
Just as the two lay closely entwined, a sudden, urgent ringtone broke the silence.
Zhou Jing, coming back to her senses, recognized it as her phone but lacked the strength to reach for it.
Initially intending to ignore it, no matter who was calling, the ringing persisted incessantly, as if refusing to give up.
Zhao Ran, having caught his breath, got up and went to retrieve Auntie’s phone.
When he saw the caller ID, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of panic. The words “Little Sister” alongside the familiar phone number—it could be no one else but his stepmother.
Hesitantly, Zhao Ran handed the phone to Auntie, his emotions in turmoil.
Upon seeing the caller ID, Zhou Jing also felt a wave of guilt. After steadying herself, she answered the call.
Zhou Yun’s voice came through from the other end: “Sis, do you have a moment? I’ve been feeling down lately, and there’s something… I want to talk to you about.”
As soon as Zhao Ran heard this, he realized that he was likely the main reason for his stepmother’s low spirits.
Unaware of what had transpired between Zhao Ran and Zhou Yun, Zhou Jing didn’t notice his unease. After a moment’s thought, she replied, “Alright, I’ll come see you in a bit. Where are you?”
“Sis, I’m at our home.”
“Okay.”
Hearing this, Zhao Ran was puzzled. After the call ended, he looked at Zhou Jing with confusion. “Auntie, which home are you referring to?”