"Ah, Xiao Xu, Xiao Xu, don't..."
Aunt Liu's mouth issued a series of frantic cries, her body constantly writhing, that pert buttocks pressing against my face, vigorously rubbing against it.
I didn't know if it was intentional or accidental.
My whole being was so Comfortable I felt like I was about to take flight, this feeling, it was truly too Comfortable.
The mysterious Holy Land of Yang Yaxue's mother was quite fertile, and now moistened with some dew, the feeling of rubbing against it was even more intoxicating.
And that mature feminine scent that filled my nostrils.
Every now and then, Yang Yaxue's tender young face would appear in my mind, this mother and daughter, each one was top-notch.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Xiao Xu, I didn't mean to."
After rubbing like that for a good while, Aunt Liu finally realized what she was doing, her delicate body trembling, her face flush with shyness and nervousness.
"I wasn't aware just now, please don't be mad at me, Xiao Xu."
