Flicking her tongue across her lips, Xinzui reached for Huan Yi's cock, holding the dominant slab of meat in her silky smooth hands. It was like a burning pillar, great, majestic and laced with an aphrodisiac-like scent that made a mess of the dowager's heart rate.
Pressing Huan Yi's large tool on her clit, Xinzhui rubbed up and down, tasting the thickness of her monarch and son with a lewd, thirsty look. Before this perverted scene, the Autarch's lips curled up. Xinzhui's inner thighs clamped on Huan Yi's waist, her hips gyrating and pressing on the Autarch's cock so hard that the shaft now pushed through her lower lips.
"Mhmm...ahh" Sweet moans sneaked out of the dowager's lips, and watching his little mom gasp for his cock, begging him with her erotic eyes to cram her full, the Autarch couldn't wait any longer—lifting Xinzhui's rosy legs and lowering her back on the red blanket.
