Countless thoughts raced through Su Chen's mind, but his hands maintained their steady rhythm, the pressure barely changing. This was precisely the level of pressure his mother preferred—too firm, and she couldn't bear it; too light, and she felt nothing.
She luxuriated in the sensation, her body trembling involuntarily from the unusual stimulation, and she moaned softly, sensing a climax approaching as her lower body convulsed uncontrollably.
Su Chen massaged her calves and ankles. Once he felt the muscles in her completely relax, he slowly moved upward. But when he reached her knees, he hesitated, afraid to venture further. Her thighs were one of her most sensitive areas. Would she truly allow him to touch them?
