She reached out to turn off the lamp. Just as Zhao Ran was feeling disappointed and about to turn away, he heard her suddenly say, “Be gentle.” After speaking, she lay down directly.
Hearing that Zheng Yao had actually agreed, Zhao Ran untied his towel and leaped onto the bed. Seeing Zheng Yao lying stiffly on the bed just as before, Zhao Ran nestled between her legs once again. Zheng Yao’s pubic hair was even sparser than Yin Yue’s, with only a few scattered strands.
By the faint light from the window, he could vaguely make out a small slit on her tender, peach-like flesh. Without taking time to examine it closely, Zhao Ran aimed at her petals and began to lick, his tongue constantly stirring inside her entrance, occasionally flicking against the protruding clitoris.
Zheng Yao’s reaction was much stronger than before. The moment Zhao Ran touched her sensitive spot, her hips would jerk back slightly, and she let out continuous moans. Though the sounds were still soft, to Zhao Ran, they were like heavenly music.
After eating Zheng Yao out for a while, Zhao Ran prepared to enter her directly.
Aiming at her entrance, he slowly pushed inside.
Tight, it was still so tight. That sensation of being tightly gripped returned, as if without thrusting in forcefully, he would be squeezed out by the smooth, incredibly elastic walls.
The pleasure was something Zhao Ran couldn’t get enough of.
With a forceful thrust all the way in, Zhao Ran let out a comfortable sigh.
“Mmm~ G-gently… be gentle,” Zheng Yao moaned.
Zhao Ran slowed his pace, moving in and out gently. After a while, he whispered, “Mom, does it still hurt?”
That word “Mom” made Zheng Yao utterly ashamed. With a soft whimper, Zhao Ran felt a sudden contraction tighten around him even more, as if his cock was about to be crushed flat.
“N-no more talking… hurry up,” Zheng Yao said. The way Zhao Ran had just addressed her had sent tingles throughout her entire body. The thrill of this taboo was almost too much for her to bear.
Hearing this, Zhao Ran gradually quickened his thrusting pace. Zheng Yao struggled to suppress her moans, refusing to let herself cry out too loudly, clinging to the last shreds of her dignity.
Watching Zheng Yao, her brow tightly furrowed, eyes closed, and lips slightly parted—her usual sternness and aloofness completely gone, replaced only by soft gasps and moans—Zheng Yao, the usually cold and severe ice queen, was now twisting and yielding beneath him. The fact that she was his girlfriend’s mother, the lofty mayor herself, added multiple layers of stimulation that made Zhao Ran feel as if he were dreaming.
Even lying down, Zheng Yao’s breasts remained high and firm. Zhao Ran couldn’t resist reaching for them again, but Zheng Yao’s hand instinctively blocked him, preventing him from touching them further. Shaking her head, she pleaded, “D-don’t… don’t touch there… it’s n-not allowed.” Her tone carried a hint of begging.
Zhao Ran found it strange—they were already intimately connected below, so why couldn’t he touch her breasts?
Maybe she’s just shy?
Thinking this, Zhao Ran forcefully broke free from Zheng Yao’s hand and grabbed through her nightgown. This time, he successfully grasped her firm breast.
“Hmm? This feeling…” Zhao Ran muttered to himself. Zheng Yao’s breasts were truly unusual; even through the nightgown, he could feel their smooth tenderness and remarkable elasticity, almost like they were implants.
“Ah~” Zheng Yao let out a peculiar moan. Sensing it might be related to her breasts, Zhao Ran索性 pushed her nightgown up to reveal two snow-white peaks. He grabbed one with his hand—the skin was as smooth as silk, and so elastic that his hand could barely maintain its grip. Gently, he pinched the protruding tip.
From beneath him, Zheng Yao moaned, “Ah~ N-no… it’s too sensitive.”