Yang Haoran’s face was flushed red as he pounded into her wildly, sweat beading densely across his forehead. He was gasping for breath, yet his dark eyes burned brighter than ever. The moment Aunt Shen mentioned his mother, his large hands grew even rougher, mauling her massive breasts. Two fingers pinched her tender pink nipples, twisting and tugging them downward, sending lewd ripples through the pale, doughy flesh. Her snowy tits stretched into conical shapes, drawing a faint cry of pain from Shen Qing. But that sultry, lascivious moan sounded less like agony from the breast torment and more like a decadent sigh laced with pleasure from the sting.
“Squelch~~ Squelch~~ Squelch~~” The rapid slapping sounds rang through the room like a beautiful symphony, the rhythm growing ever faster and louder, pounding like a sudden storm.
“Huff~~” Yang Haoran leaned forward slightly over Aunt Shen’s beautiful back, his abdomen pounding fiercely against her snow-white buttocks. Waves of flesh rippled endlessly as he grasped her voluptuous breasts and full rear. Her trembling, pale body flushed with an enchanting pink glow.
With each thrust of his thick, scorching cock in and out, her tender pussy lips churned like a stormy sea. They flipped outward with every withdrawal, the tight, slick walls clinging and sucking at his shaft. Her soft, wet folds massaged his glans and length, wriggling around him. Yang Haoran’s breaths grew heavier, waves of ecstatic pleasure crashing over him like ocean surf, relentless and overwhelming. His brows relaxed into a straight line, his face twisting in bliss. He felt himself soaring to the heavens, ascending beyond mortality, floating in pure rapture.
The frantic symphony seemed to reach its climax. Shen Qing’s face was alight with joy, fully flushed, her eyes glazed with lust. Lewd moans spilled from her dripping red lips. Each savage thrust from the boy behind her buried him to the hilt, stirring wet smacks from their joined flesh. Pussy juices splashed everywhere, her labia fluttering wildly.
Shen Qing’s mind had gone numb from the brutal fucking, overwhelmed by unparalleled bliss.
Ah ha~~ So numb~~ Ah~~ Lord~~ This slave is going to be fucked to death by you~~ Ah ha~~ Mmmph~~
“Snort~~” Yang Haoran was nearing exhaustion, his heavy breaths ragged. Endless pleasure drowned him like tidal waves. His expression twisted ferociously as he roared: “Slutty Bitch~~ I’ll fuck you dead~~ Ha hah~~”
With a resounding “Slap!”, his abdomen pressed tight against Aunt Shen’s meaty ass. His body shuddered, balls contracting as he unleashed a torrent of semen, billions of virile swimmers surging into the hot, sloppy depths of her slutty pussy, spurt after thick spurt.
The scalding cum seared Shen Qing. Her elegant swan-like neck arched high as electric pleasure stormed her nerves. Her hair cascaded and swayed wildly. She let out a soul-shattering moan, her plump body tensing rigidly before convulsing like she was having a seizure.
Endless ecstasy erupted like an earthquake, desires exploding like a volcano, magma spewing forth. An incomparable surge detonated in her womb, blasting her soul into oblivion in an instant.
“Mmm~~ Ah!” The insane pleasure kept detonating. Shen Qing’s sexy red lips parted in a final, ecstatic wail, like a swan pierced in its death cry. Her scorching yin essence burst forth like a breached dam, gushing fiercely from their union. It sprayed in a majestic cascade like a galactic waterfall, drenching everything in glistening fluids! She squirted!
“Fuck…” Yang Haoran, already spent, gasped in shock. He pulled out his massive cock and stared in awe at Aunt Shen’s quaking body. The spectacle was indescribably obscene. The jetting streams soaked his own body, leaving crystalline puddles all over the bed. A thick, musky scent rapidly filled the air.
“Aunt Shen, you squirted way too much!” Yang Haoran exclaimed, his face beaming with excitement. Squirting was a high-tide phenomenon for women, but not everyone unleashed a veritable waterfall like this.
They said women were made of water, and Aunt Shen’s orgasmic flood proved it perfectly.
After his initial shock, Yang Haoran felt boundless joy. Aunt Shen was a born seductress—fiery figure, stunning beauty, and a masochistic streak to boot. The ultimate prize. If he lined up all his women one day for a squirting contest, Aunt Shen would leave them all in the dust.
Shen Qing collapsed limply onto the bed post-orgasm, her gorgeous face radiating satisfaction. Hearing Yang Haoran’s question, she drawled lazily: “If Aunt can even look at you, count your lucky stars. If Ruoxi weren’t your mom, a kid like you wouldn’t get a second glance from me.”
Yang Haoran bristled at first, but then he shrugged it off. Yeah, right! He was just a high school kid. Sure, he was handsome, but what else? He’d seen plenty of suave, successful hunks pursue Aunt Shen—dashing, elegant types—but she barely spared them a glance, her eyes dripping with disdain.
“Heh heh… I don’t care about that. From now on, Aunt, you’re my personal property.”
Having thought it through, Yang Haoran chuckled shamelessly. He wasn’t some hothead agonizing over every little thing—that was just pretentious bullshit.
“Giggle… Aunt thought you’d get mad.”
Shen Qing laughed delicately, delighted by Little Ran’s response. Of course, her words just now were sincere. Yang Haoran was lucky to catch her eye, but he hadn’t truly won her heart yet.
She didn’t dwell on it much. Since she’d chosen him, she naturally liked Little Ran—whether as an elder doting on a junior or as a woman for a man, she didn’t care.
“Aunt Shen, come lick my cock clean.”
Yang Haoran scooted shamelessly toward Aunt Shen’s head, thrusting his limp dick toward her noble red lips.
“You’re such a pest. Can’t you let Aunt rest a bit?”
Shen Qing shot him a coquettish glare like a shy girl, her expression both petulant and alluring. But even as she complained, her voluptuous white body crawled up. She knelt between his spread legs, parting her rosy lips to engulf his soft worm, sucking gently.
Yang Haoran lounged in bliss, stroking Aunt Shen’s silky black hair beneath him. It felt like caressing fine satin. This had to be the peak of mortal pleasure.
Savoring every moment, he felt his cock twitch and swell under her nimble tongue’s licks and sucks. Soon enough, Aunt Shen’s head bobbed rhythmically in his crotch, deepthroating and servicing his hardening shaft.
“Slurp… Slurp…” Lewd sucking sounds echoed now and then!…
