"No, don't do this... Your Aunt Hua could come back any minute." Sun Taoxiang struggled to stop Wu Song.
But her resistance was weak, hardly effective.
Instead, it became a case of wanting to resist but welcoming him at the same time.
Wu Song didn't stop—instead, he got even bolder.
His hand slipped straight up under her hem, pushed aside her bra, and grabbed a breast—instantly filling his palm with that soft, slippery, addictive flesh.
Wu Song kneaded and kissed, making Sun Taoxiang gasp for breath; he had to let go of her mouth. But as he did, he took the chance to pull her top up, making that snowy white breast bounce out, its acacia-red bean tip radiating intense allure. Without hesitation, Wu Song swallowed it whole.
"Ah..."
Sun Taoxiang shuddered right away, as a current shot from her acacia red bean through her whole body.
It surged down to her lower belly—her little pussy clenched, and a trickle of honey leaked out, making her even more panicked.
