This feels incredible!
Zhao Ran pretended to adjust his position, his hands wandering restlessly over his stepmother’s buttocks, tracing circles until he found a spot he deemed the most comfortable and pleasurable to touch before finally stilling.
Zhou Yun lay against Zhao Ran’s back, her entire chest pressed firmly against him. Though Zhao Ran didn’t know exactly how large 90D was, all he could feel was an incredibly soft sensation on his back, as if two water-filled balloons were pressed snugly against him.
Thanks to her regular aerobics workouts, Zhou Yun’s figure was well-proportioned and toned. Even with her entire body weight resting on him, Zhao Ran didn’t feel the slightest bit of strain. On the contrary, his hands and back were continuously treated to the most delightful sensations—it was pure bliss.
Zhao Ran’s hands remained firmly glued to his stepmother’s buttocks. Though his movements were subtle, the sheer size and softness of them captivated him. He couldn’t resist gently caressing and exploring their shape, savoring every moment of the sensation beneath his palms.
“How is it? Are you okay? Am I too heavy?” his stepmother whispered softly into his ear, her legs clamping tightly around his waist. Her entire body seemed tense.
Zhao Ran nodded. “It’s fine, you’re not heavy at all. I could even run a hundred meters like this.” To prove his point, he took a few steps forward with her on his back, making it look effortless.
His stepmother chuckled. “Alright then, you can let me down now.” But Zhao Ran had no intention of giving up this exquisite pleasure even for a second. He shook his head repeatedly. “No, no, really, it’s not heavy. If I put you down now, we’ll have to readjust when we start again. Let’s just head over there like this.”
Zhou Yun still seemed a little self-conscious. She glanced around, relieved to see that nobody was paying them any attention, then nodded softly and said, “Okay, but don’t push yourself. If it’s too much, just tell me.”
As if he would ever complain—he was loving every moment of carrying her like this.
Zhao Ran carried his stepmother to the booth and spoke to the teacher in charge, who nodded and signaled for him to wait until the father-daughter pair ahead of them finished.
A moment later, the father completed the task effortlessly, and the teacher motioned for Zhao Ran to begin. The distance was only about twenty meters—under normal circumstances, it would take less than five minutes to finish.
But Zhao Ran had no intention of rushing. He wanted to fully savor the sensation of his stepmother’s buttocks against his hands. He deliberately slowed his pace, swaying slightly as he walked, using the motion as an excuse to let his hands roam freely over her voluptuous rear. With every hop, he could also relish the springy softness of her chest pressed against his back—he truly never wanted to let her down.
On his back, his stepmother was nervous, her arms wrapped tightly around his chest and her legs clamped firmly around his waist. She remained completely unaware of Zhao Ran’s mischievous hands continuously exploring her buttocks. Not only was he caressing her, he was also kneading and groping the sculpted curves as though they were a work of art.
Under Zhao Ran’s deliberate movements, the shape of her buttocks shifted continuously in his hands. To anyone watching, it seemed as though Zhao Ran was struggling, swaying unsteadily as if he were about to drop her at any moment. But in reality, it was all under his control—he was merely adjusting his grip to explore her firm, full buttocks from more satisfying angles.
Even Zhou Yun, though her body was reacting to Zhao Ran’s touches, believed in her mind that his unsteady movements were due to fatigue.
Zhao Ran could almost feel a faint dampness against his lower back, and his imagination ran wild. He wished he could tear off her clothes right then and there to see everything clearly, but of course, that was impossible. For now, all he could do was slow his pace even further, drawing out every second of their intimate physical contact.