Chen Yun was still only wearing a red nightgown, though because Xia Xue was at home, she wore a bra underneath.
But when he embraced her, Zhang Yang could still distinctly feel the huge, full breasts pressing against his chest.
At that moment, Chen Yun seemed desperately in need of Zhang Yang.
"Zhang Yang, Aunt Yun's period ended today, and Aunt Yun wants you, really, really wants you."
Zhang Yang also wrapped his arms around Chen Yun's voluptuous waist, looking into her lust-glazed eyes, feeling a surge of lust rise from his lower abdomen.
His big hand immediately grabbed her plump buttocks, squeezing forcefully, causing Chen Yun's body to tremble lightly.
Zhang Yang knew that there was a bit of a masochistic streak in Chen Yun's bones.
Perhaps it had been pent up too long, so Chen Yun craved fiery kisses, fiery embraces, fiery collisions.
"Aunt Yun, aren't you afraid that your cousin might come out now?"
