Hearing her beloved son's words, Su Meiyao pushes herself forward once again, shoving the entire length of his shaft down on her already beaten up, sore and sensitive throat, all while wrapping her soft, milky white arms around his waist with her eyes gazing at him as if begging him not to move, causing the him to feel even better than he already does.
Looking at his mother appearing like a that, he couldn't help but move his hands towards her head, holding it tightly as his massive manhood twitches around her slippery, sensitive throat, the bulge of his weapon clearly visible along her fair, slender neck making the experience all the more visually pleasing, combined with her eyes already rolling upwards due to her becoming intoxicated with his masculine scent.
