Auntie's lips parted slightly, unsure whether she wanted to speak or cry out. Her hands flailed in the air, her watery eyes fixated on Ye Fei's head as it moved over her stomach. His dark hair was disheveled, and her heart fluttered.
Ye Fei's two fingers sank deeper into her, and Auntie let out a moan that was both plaintive and utterly intoxicating.
Her beautiful face flushed with endless shyness, her hands either pushing against or shaking Ye Fei's shoulders, appearing incredibly soft and delicate.
Yet, the tightness between her thighs could no longer resist Ye Fei's teasing. Her scorching, lustful juices flowed freely, soaking Ye Fei's palm and the back of his hand.
By now, Ye Fei's lips had greedily descended to the very top of her secret entrance.
