Su Nuanyue was already burning with a feverish desire. Having his member lodged deep inside her without moving was a special kind of torture, and Wang Yue's rhythmic kneading only intensified the sensation. It felt as if a thousand ants were crawling deep within her folds; the itch was so profound she wanted to scream.
At that exact moment, Wang Yue released his energetic hold on her, restoring her ability to move.
Instead of pushing him away, her first instinct was to arch her hips upward, forcing a small, sliding movement against the thick pillar buried inside her.
However, such a small motion provided no relief; it only teased the ache, driving her to the brink of tears.
Seeing that she was sufficiently primed, Wang Yue leaned down. "Auntie, do you want me to move? Do you want me to fuck you as hard as I can?"
Su Nuanyue had nearly lost all reason, but she couldn't bring herself to speak yet. She simply gave a frantic, shallow nod.
