With Zhao Xinmei's body rocking endlessly, a soft, plump numbness shivered through her entire being.
Chen Bin could only feel that, deep inside her jewel, it was as if countless little mouths were constantly suckling at him.
"Xiao Bin, I… I'm your mother, you… how can you…"
Zhao Xinmei's voice suddenly drifted over, intoxicating as a dreamer's murmur.
But in Chen Bin's ear, it crashed like thunder in a drought.
He widened his eyes, staring at Zhao Xinmei relentlessly.
Yet she kept moving, as though nothing at all had happened.
Just as Chen Bin's mind tangled into confusion, the soft, slick depths of Zhao Xinmei's flower suddenly pulsed and squeezed around him.
He could even feel the delicate folds and moist heat inside her embrace.
An unprecedented thrill, mingled with the shame of violating all moral boundaries.
Chen Bin trembled, shivering all over with excitement.
With just a little force, he reached the very heart of her blossom.
Zhao Xinmei was his godmother; she hadn't given birth to him.
But this very scene made him feel as if their blood was intertwined.
Chen Bin was certain—from tonight on, his and Zhao Xinmei's bond would be even more intimate than mother and son.
He looked up at Zhao Xinmei. Her eyes were tightly shut, her cheeks flushed with fever.
Her petite, seductive red lips still sometimes moaned, breath hitching with every thrust.
Seeing her so gorgeously undone, Chen Bin suddenly thrust upward, pushing straight into her core.
"Mmm~ ah!"
A stifled moan cracked from deep in Zhao Xinmei's throat.
"Husband, you're so amazing tonight… I love you so much…"
Hearing she had mistaken him for Wang Jun—
Chen Bin finally relaxed, the tension inside him easing.
He rose up and pressed Zhao Xinmei on the bed, lifting her beautiful legs and starting to pound her relentlessly.
Faced with this tide of pleasure, Zhao Xinmei at last stopped holding back.
Sweet, syrupy moans spilled from her throat in waves of raw delight.
Soon, she was even lifting her slender waist on her own, matching the rhythm of Chen Bin's thrusts and plunges.
It wasn't long before her brows suddenly knit tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Then, thick, sticky nectar erupted from deep inside her jewel, splashing outward.
After orgasm, Zhao Xinmei seemed to have cast off all restraint, her true self finally released.
She wrapped her arms around Chen Bin's neck and kissed him fervently, of her own accord.
Confronted with this intoxicating sight, Chen Bin's worries only deepened.
Zhao Xinmei's flower mouth was so small, he figured it could barely fit two fingers at most.
With his 'dragon' being so large, she was bound to notice something odd when she woke up in the morning.
Especially since tonight, the two of them were the only ones home.
No matter how they denied it, there would be no one else to take the blame.
What the hell was he supposed to do?!
As Chen Bin agonized over this, Zhao Xinmei once again gripped his raging dragon, aligning it with that tender, rosy jewel.
Shit, she still wanted more?
"You asked for this yourself. It's nothing to do with me. Don't go blaming me if you wake up sore every morning."
Hearing his mutter, Zhao Xinmei only grew impatient.
"Honey, what are you mumbling about? Hurry… just come inside, it still itches so much…"
If you're going to screw, screw her well—if not, then don't bother at all.
At that thought, Chen Bin finally stopped dithering.
Slowly, he pressed forward, feeding the head of his dragon into her luscious, plump jewel.
The tender, pink petals gripped him like tiny mouths, the inside sucking greedily.
Taking a deep breath, he suddenly thrust all the way in.
Zhao Xinmei shuddered violently, her delicate body starting to tremble, uncontrollable.
Feeling that perfect, velvet tightness, Chen Bin couldn't help but moan aloud.
Looking down, he saw that plump, glistening jewel—smooth as polished jade.
Not a single stray hair marred the surface.
On the outside, so fresh and pink, it was like that of a pure girl untouched by anyone.
As the thick, raging dragon kept thrusting in and out of the tight jade slit, honeyed juices continued to flow out from within.
Moreover, Chen Bin could clearly feel his stepmother's pussy slowly molding itself around him, as if it belonged only to him now.
A fierce sense of conquest surged through his entire body, filling him with intense satisfaction.
At the same time, Zhao Xinmei's luscious red lips kept emitting those irresistible moans.
That utterly natural sound creeping into his ears was utterly impossible to resist.
Chen Bin even thought her cries sounded ten thousand times more arousing than any of those women in little movies.
Because it was his second time entering, his sense of fear gradually faded.
But in its place, guilt grew stronger and stronger, eating at him.
His entire body felt feverishly hot, his head completely incapable of coherent thought.
The only thing on his mind was to keep plunging forward, endlessly.
He wanted to pour all his essence into Zhao Xinmei's pussy.
If his stepmother could bear him a little brother, that would be the perfect ending.
With Chen Bin's movements growing more vigorous, Zhao Xinmei's breathing became increasingly ragged and desperate.
By the end, her brows were tightly knit, pearl-white teeth biting her lip, making it impossible to tell if she felt pain or pleasure.
But the lewd cries spilling from her lips, the way her hips subconsciously rocked to meet him, said everything he needed to know.
Watching those ample, jiggling breasts sway with every thrust, Chen Bin felt a maddening itch rise in his heart.
With a split second of hesitation, he finally reached out and unhooked Zhao Xinmei's bra.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but tonight her big soft breasts weren't as perky as usual.
The soft mounds spread out to either side, looking unspeakably plush and inviting.
Atop each breast stood a pert little cherry pink nipple.
Softly blushing, unbearably cute, almost begging to be devoured.
When Chen Bin reached up and palmed them, all he felt was endless suppleness and silky texture, as smooth as glowing jade.
And what truly astonished him—one breast to each hand, yet he couldn't even grasp them fully!
He swallowed hard, his throat tight, and began kneading those creamy mounds gently.
For a moment, a wild urge to suck them overwhelmed him.
But in the end, he held back that reckless impulse.
After all, being buried deep inside her pussy was already incredible enough.
If he got too wild and woke his stepmother up, it would all be over.
After indulging his hands, Chen Bin reluctantly released her breasts.
He gripped Zhao Xinmei's slender waist, continuing to rock slowly inside her tender, perfect, hairless slit.
With every thrust, those big breasts grew even wilder, bouncing up and down uncontrollably.
The gorgeous scene left Chen Bin parched with desire, his throat unbearably dry.
Determined to finish quickly, he picked up the pace once again.
He even thrust in harder, no longer holding anything back.
Zhao Xinmei moaned ceaselessly, stretching out her long, elegant legs to clutch Chen Bin's lower back tightly between her thighs.
Soon, a fine sheen of sweat began to appear over her pale, velvety skin.
Her moans grew mixed with faint sobs.
Faced with such beauty, Chen Bin no longer wished to rush to the end.
But Zhao Xinmei was too enticing—he felt himself twitching inside her, dangerously close to losing control.
He was already trembling on the verge of eruption.
With that, he gave up holding back.
While fiercely kneading her luscious breasts, he began to ravage her hairless, tender cunt with wild abandon.
As Zhao Xinmei let out a cry that was both pain and pleasure, their climax crashed down on them both in tandem.
Scalding hot cum and slippery nectar flooded together, reaching peaks neither had ever felt before.
Zhao Xinmei's mouth parted, breath coming sharp and frantic, her delicate flesh flushed a deep erotic red.
Even as sweat soaked her trembling body, the scent of her arousal—rich and womanly—lingered in the air, thick and heady.
Only after Chen Bin had utterly spent himself did a cold clarity return to him.
Looking at the slightly swollen folds of Zhao Xinmei's pussy, a chill crept through him from the inside out.
Yesterday, just using her panties to get off earned him a beating.
But today, he'd actually gone inside for real.
If they were caught—he reckoned he'd barely survive with his skin intact…