"Ah!"
Yang Huixin's delicate body trembled, emitting an enticing moan.
She felt, very clearly, my towering presence behind her, and my enormous heat, pressing against her most private, precious place, showing its fierce stance.
Her body shook violently, then went limp as if suddenly drained of all strength.
She didn't move away; it seemed she was completely overwhelmed, not knowing what to do.
And I, on the other hand, was both excited and embarrassed. She was Qianqian's mom, my elder, yet now, my Great General was rising up, poking between her thighs.
A strong sense of guilt and shame only heightened my arousal, making me breathe heavily.
The feedback from below was incredibly soft and tender, driving my excitement to the extreme. I knew this was Qianqian's mom's ripe, beautiful Peach Garden.
