As the softest touch he had ever experienced danced on his palm, he felt as if he were lost in a dream. Could it be true? he wondered. Am I actually fondling the large, enticing breasts of Su Mei—the stunningly beautiful wife from the original story, whose allure drove countless readers to distraction?
"Ah.... Ah.... oh, you... you bad boy...."
"What did your Master Hongling teach you?"
"Do you... like... Martial Uncle Su's... breasts this much?"
As Lin Xiao kneaded her large breasts to their limits, Su Mei, who seemed extremely sensitive to his touch, blushed deeply. Her breath came in soft gasps, her full, alluring lips parted slightly, her fragrant tongue occasionally darting out as her body seemed to enter a particular state.
"Hmph! So you like it... why are you still pretending, you rascal?"
"What are you waiting for... lick... lick Martial Uncle Su..."
As she said this breathlessly, she couldn't help but gently nibble on her handsome martial nephew's ear.
"Ah, this...."
