Hearing Zhu Yan's whisper, as melodious as heavenly music, Sun Zhe's breath quickened.
"Stepmom, actually I... I've been thinking about this for a long time!"
With a bashful look, Zhu Yan said softly, "Every time you sat behind me on the way to work, pressing against me, I knew exactly what you were thinking."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe smiled awkwardly, momentarily at a loss for words.
Zhu Yan suddenly grabbed his shoulders, her voice carrying the irresistible authority of a housewife. "Carry your stepmom to the bath."
Without a second word, Sun Zhe swept her fragrant, supple body into his arms and strode toward the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the two kissed passionately, their lips making wet sounds as their hands roamed freely over each other. As the flames of desire burned through them, everything else was cast from their minds.
