“First, let me taste it,” Yang Haoran murmured, leaning down to bury his head deep into the profound valley of her enormous breasts. He inhaled deeply, one breath after another, savoring the rich, fragrant aroma of milk, like a greedy child indulging without restraint.
Shen Qing cradled Yang Haoran’s head in her arms, gently stroking his hair as she let him revel in the softness of her breasts. In that moment, she glowed with the holy radiance of a mother nursing her child.
The soft, snowy-white breast flesh pressed against Yang Haoran’s cheeks, massaging his skin like a tender caress. The deep cleavage of her massive breasts completely enveloped his head, and before long, he felt a sense of suffocation—it was just too much.
“Hoo…” Yang Haoran finally broke free from the enveloping embrace of her breasts, exhaling deeply. It felt incredible; these would be more than perfect for a titjob.
“Try tasting this too,” Shen Qing said with a mischievous smile, watching Yang Haoran’s flushed cheeks that seemed on the verge of suffocation. She reached up with her fair, delicate hand, squeezing her full, creamy breasts to offer her pink nipple toward his mouth, as if presenting it to a nursing infant.
“Mmm…” How could Yang Haoran refuse the ripe cherry delivered right to his lips? He eagerly took it into his mouth and began to suckle, the faint smacking sounds emanating from his working cheeks.
Aunt Shen’s nipple was about the size of a peanut—after all, with breasts this large, the nipples couldn’t be small either.
Yang Haoran sucked it into his mouth, his teeth gently nipping at the tender pink bud as he savored it thoroughly. He ground it lightly between his upper and lower teeth, teasing it with mild abuse, punctuated by occasional slurping sounds. He was like a voracious child lost in indulgence.
“Mm!”
A flush crept across Shen Qing’s stunning face as her nipple was suckled. Her body quickly responded with natural arousal, and she let out a soft moan. A strange pleasure radiated from her chest.
“Are Mommy’s tits tasty?” Shen Qing asked with a seductive smile, gazing at the greedy Little Ranran.
At her words, Yang Haoran’s movements froze for a moment, only to grow even more fervent. He suddenly engulfed a large mouthful of her creamy breast flesh, his teeth gently chewing on the soft meat in his mouth.
His rough actions sent a twinge of pain through Shen Qing’s chest, but she didn’t stop him from abusing her breasts with his teeth. Instead, she seemed to enjoy it a little, moaning softly.
That alluring, lascivious moan was like enchanting music, driving Yang Haoran wild with desire, his blood boiling.
“Here, have this one too,” Shen Qing said, as if worried he wouldn’t be satisfied, proactively offering her other pink nipple.
Yang Haoran accepted without hesitation, taking both juicy buds into his mouth and feasting on them.
With her arousal building, Shen Qing’s nipples swelled with blood, making them even more addictive for Yang Haoran.
After toying with Aunt Shen’s nipples for a full five or six minutes, Yang Haoran finally released them.
The two engorged pink nipples glistened with saliva, and the surrounding breast flesh was slick and wet.
Yang Haoran’s cock had long since swollen in his pants, standing erect and tenting the fabric into a high peak.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to fuck Aunt Shen’s slutty Bitch hard first, to vent the fire raging inside him.
The burning lust made his whole body ache with discomfort.
“Aunt Shen, get on all fours quick—I need to fuck you,” Yang Haoran said, his gaze burning with heat as he impatiently yanked down his pants.
His thick cock sprang free, as girthy as a baby’s arm. The egg-sized glans glowed red like a proud mushroom cap atop the shaft, veined with bulging ridges like carved marble—powerful, rugged, and menacing.
Seeing that swaying, massive cock, Shen Qing was somewhat surprised. She hadn’t expected Little Ranran’s dick to be so huge. It looked like she’d be in for some real pleasure from now on.
But in response to Yang Haoran’s urgent urging, Shen Qing didn’t obey by lifting her ass for him. She shook her head. “Little Ranran, not here. And not right now.”
“We’ve come this far—how is it not the right time?” Yang Haoran snapped, his lust-fueled frustration boiling over at Aunt Shen’s refusal.
“No,” Shen Qing said firmly, her expression unusually serious as she rejected him.
She knew that if she didn’t make her refusal crystal clear, he might lose control and force himself on her anyway.
“You’re such a slut—look at yourself, horny like a Bitch. You think you’re some chaste saint?” Rage burned in Yang Haoran’s chest, making him irritable beyond measure. His throbbing cock tormented him, his face flushed red. Faced with Aunt Shen’s repeated refusal, he finally lost his temper and cursed.
This time, the kneeling Shen Qing lowered her head, appearing deeply guilty. Yet that very gesture underscored her resolute stance.
Seeing there was no hope, Yang Haoran truly wanted to pin Aunt Shen down and fuck her by force, but a shred of reason held him back. He couldn’t do that.
“Fine, fine, fine…” Yang Haoran suppressed his inner fury. “If I can’t use your slutty pussy, then make it up to me with your mouth.”
“Mm.” This time, Shen Qing didn’t refuse. She knew Yang Haoran didn’t understand her intentions, but she didn’t blame him for it.
Her plump red lips moved proactively toward the flushed glans, as if to make amends, showing eager initiative.
“Let me,” Yang Haoran growled, his lingering anger flaring. His hands roughly seized Aunt Shen’s raven-black hair, yanking her head up and making her wince in pain.
“Open your mouth. Master is going to fuck your little mouth hard, you filthy Mother Beast—how dare you refuse your Master.” Yang Haoran’s expression was cold, his tone laced with the fury of rejection.
He couldn’t fathom it. They’d gone this far, yet she still wouldn’t let him fuck her. Was she disgusted by him? Was he not worthy? Or had she never truly submitted, just toying with him? A whirlwind of tangled thoughts plagued him, leaving him unable to calm down, seething with irritation.
The urge to abuse and humiliate Aunt Shen stirred within him, like unleashing Pandora’s box.
Once Aunt Shen parted her red lips, Yang Haoran showed no mercy. He thrust his thick, long cock straight in.
The massive glans quickly reached the back of Aunt Shen’s throat. Yang Haoran gripped her head with both hands, savagely pumping his hips to ram in and out.
Shen Qing’s brows furrowed as she felt the cock battering her throat. Though it made her uncomfortable, she kept her mouth wide open, her pearly white teeth parted as far as possible to avoid grazing his shaft.
Yang Haoran brutally pounded Aunt Shen’s little mouth, his face alight with excitement. Abusing her brought him satisfaction and pleasure. He grunted and thrust fiercely, venting his inner lust and rage.
With her head controlled and her mouth stuffed with a thick, rigid cock sliding in and out, Shen Qing had no power to resist. She endured it silently, occasionally timing her tongue to lick the very culprit ravaging her mouth.
Soon, drool escaped uncontrollably from the corners of her lips, trickling down in glistening strands to drip onto the floor.
