Staring at Zhu Yan in her sexy lace nightgown, Sun Zhe's member, slick with her scented saliva, began to stir, growing hard and pointing toward the ceiling.
Zhu Yan looked at his thick, veiny erection and gave a knowing smile. She knew very well that young men had the most fire in the morning.
She leaned down once more, steadying his length with a slender hand before pressing her lips to its base, slowly kissing and licking her way up the shaft. The sight of her beautiful face buried in the coarse curls at his groin was a powerful mental stimulus, pushing Sun Zhe's desire to a breaking point.
"Stepmom, stop for now. Get up here!" he said impatiently, pulling her soft, cool body up onto the bed. He immediately rolled over, pressing her down beneath him.
Although Zhu Yan's oral skills were exceptional, Sun Zhe still preferred the tight embrace of her core.
Pinned beneath him, Zhu Yan's face flushed a deep crimson. "You little rascal, can't you hold back already?" she asked.
