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Chapter 4 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation
A cold expression immediately appeared on Mom's beautiful face.
Especially in her clear, watery eyes a chill so sharp that Old Jiao visibly trembled. "No, no, if you don't want to, girl, then forget it," he stammered.
Mom didn't say a word, just continued stroking Old Jiao.
That thick, slightly dark rod was controlled in her snow-white, jade-like hand, her five fingers slender and beautiful, almost translucent. The contrast was stark such a delicate hand holding something so ugly. But through the surveillance camera, I saw it all, real and close.
Old Jiao sat on the chair, no longer talking, his face full of contentment. Mom knelt on one knee in front of him, stroking steadily. But several minutes passed, and Old Jiao still showed no sign of climaxing.
His cheeks were flushed, probably still from the alcohol.
Mom seemed a bit tired of kneeling like that, so she let go and stood up.
Old Jiao, who'd been enjoying himself, was momentarily stunned. "Girl?"
"You're not finishing do you expect me to keep doing this forever?"
"No, it's just…" Old Jiao said anxiously, "I don't want to either, but it's just like this. That time I got bitten by a snake, maybe it damaged me."
Sitting at my computer, I was stunned.
Bitten? By a snake?
I was confused, thinking back quickly. Then I realized it must have been that time on the mountain, after days of rain, when Old Jiao went hunting alone and dragged back a wild boar, only to fall unconscious. That must have been when the snake bit him.
But his thing got bitten by a snake? If so, how come it wasn't ruined? I couldn't help but think maliciously.
While I was distracted, Mom suddenly knelt down in front of Old Jiao again, this time gripping his thick, dark, hot rod with her hand.
Not only that, she leaned forward, her beautiful face moving toward his crotch. I was shocked was she really going to use her mouth?
Mom leaned in, her face almost touching his rod.
But just then, she frowned and straightened up.
Old Jiao was confused. "Girl, what's wrong?"
Mom said nothing, just fetched a bottle of mineral water, opened it, and poured it over his rod, washing it with her hand. Instantly, Old Jiao's face turned red and he moaned.
"Oh, girl, that feels so good…"
"Then why aren't you finishing?"
Old Jiao groaned, "How could I finish so fast? If I did, wouldn't that mean I'm not broken?"
"What nonsense!" Mom scolded, but her hand didn't slow.
Still, Old Jiao didn't forget his earlier request, and cautiously said, "Girl, maybe…"
Mom shot him a look, cutting him off. He laughed awkwardly and didn't dare say more.
Mom looked at his rod veins bulging, standing tall.
Her long black hair was loose, and she swept it over her left shoulder, exuding mature allure.
"Do you really want it?" Mom suddenly asked.
"Want it want it so badly!" Old Jiao replied.
"It's not impossible, but only this once. Not again," Mom said.
Old Jiao hesitated.
Mom sighed, not pressing him. As he wavered, she suddenly knelt fully in front of him, not just on one knee this time.
Her beautiful face moved close to his crotch, and with no hesitation, her soft, rosy lips parted and gently enveloped the head of his thick, dark rod.
"Oh…"
Old Jiao's body tensed instantly, hands gripping the chair, head thrown back, shuddering with excitement.
"So good…" he gasped, overwhelmed.
His old, ugly face was filled with pleasure, eyes rolling back.
Mom's lips wrapped around the head, moving up and down slightly not deep, just enough to stimulate him.
The room filled with Old Jiao's moans of pleasure.
Between Old Jiao's thin, short legs, Mom knelt, her voluptuous figure accentuated by her posture. Her round, full hips, wrapped in black suit pants, were especially prominent, her peach-shaped butt arching up, her slim waist hugged by a tight blue shirt, delicate yet strong.
Her waterfall of black hair draped over her shoulder, mature and alluring she was stunning, almost otherworldly. Yet here she was, giving oral to a short, ugly old man a scene so shocking it was almost explosive.
Despite being thin and over fifty, Old Jiao was truly gifted. Even after more than a minute of Mom's mouth, he still hadn't finished.
Mom's round, perky hips shifted impatiently. Suddenly, she reached out and gently massaged his balls.
"Ah coming, coming…" Old Jiao gasped.
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