Jiang Qing felt it too, she didn't shy away, her soft hand voluntarily clutched onto Li Chen's lower body.
The hardness and heat made her heart tremble.
"Xiao Chen, do you like Aunt Qing?" Her delicate hand worked Li Chen's member as she asked with a smile.
"Yeah, I do!" Li Chen nodded.
Aunt Qing's mature and seductive scent, as if laced with aphrodisiac, was utterly mesmerizing to him.
In this respect, even his sister-in-law couldn't hold a candle to her.
"Silly boy, you're still young, and Aunt Qing is already old..."
"Aunt Qing is not old at all; Aunt Qing is beautiful, so gorgeous, even prettier than those young girls."
Li Chen, pleasured by the soft caresses of that hand, could no longer hold back and pressed his lips against Jiang Qing's tempting red ones.
Her lips were fragrant, soft, and incredibly moist.
"Oh!"
Jiang Qing let out a light gasp.
