Ye Fei gently lifted his mother's plump body, sat down by the bed, and placed her on it. Reaching out, he softly cradled her flushed face.
Seeing her tilt her head back and close her eyes, presenting an inviting demeanor, Ye Fei felt even more aroused. He leaned in and kissed Liu Yiru's cherry-red lips.
Amidst her soft, muffled sounds, he breached the defense of her lips, and Liu Yiru felt a gentle force from Ye Fei's tongue. She couldn't help but part her lips, allowing him to explore the warm, fragrant sweetness of her mouth.
The skillful dance of his tongue within her oral cavity was incredibly sweet and enticing, causing Liu Yiru's tongue to respond eagerly and passionately, losing itself in the dance.
Liu Yiru reveled in the intimate play of tongues with her son, her breasts becoming increasingly firm under his touch. In a daze, she kissed him fervently, her delicate hands weakly propping up her body, rising higher and higher.
