The intense tickling sensation made Liu Yiru instinctively pull her feet back, and she said with a hint of shyness, "No, that's dirty!"
"No way, Mom. There's not a single dirty spot on you!"
Ye Fei said with deep affection, pulling her feet back into his hands and kissing them again. He wasn't lying.
Despite walking all day, Liu Yiru, with her profound inner strength, hadn't broken a sweat. Her feet smelled faintly of a pleasant fragrance, mixed with an intoxicating sensuality that made Ye Fei's heart race even more.
Hearing her son's words, Liu Yiru stopped resisting and simply closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his touch. As he continued to caress her, she couldn't help but let out soft, coquettish moans.
After covering his mom's feet with kisses, Ye Fei wasn't satisfied. He gently lifted her skirt and slowly kissed his way up her calves, which were made even more sensual by the tight stockings.
