Ye Fei slipped his hand inside Liu Yiru's nightgown collar and grasped her large, firm breast. Liu Yiru slowly lay down beside the young man, her ample chest heaving with emotion.
Ye Fei held her tightly, his hands exploring her body.
He pushed her bra up, and a pair of beautiful, perky breasts sprang out. Ye Fei's hand firmly cupped one breast, gently massaging it, savoring the fullness of the peak, and pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
"Ah!"
Liu Yiru felt as if she had been electrocuted; a tingling sensation shot from her nipple through her entire body, leaving her limp and weak. The hand that was stroking her son's penis tightened its grip even more.
Ye Fei's other hand was equally busy. He lifted the hem of her nightgown and gently caressed her mother's thigh, clad in stockings.
The smoothness of the stockings made Ye Fei's hand glide effortlessly, creating a sensation that was both floating and undefined.
