But Cang released one of Madam Lin's wrists and grabbed Yue, pulling her onto the bed as well, and suddenly—
He had both women.
Sitting on Madam Lin's soft belly, his cock resting between her breasts, one hand holding her wrist, the other arm wrapped around Yue and pulling her close.
"Better," he said with satisfaction.
And his free hand moved—pinching both of Madam Lin's thick nipples simultaneously, twisting—
"AAHHH—!!" She cried out, back arching, the pain mixing with pleasure in ways she didn't understand.
Then—while still pinching the mother's nipples—he adjusted his position, sliding his cock under the torn bra strap between her breasts, the thick shaft nestling perfectly in her cleavage.
The scales on his cock scraped against her soft skin, and she gasped—
And simultaneously—
His other hand grabbed the back of Yue's head and pulled, forcing her face toward him, and his mouth captured one of her small breasts—
YANK—
