Kiana's voice still lingered in Liend's head, echoing in his thoughts, as her fingers slowly slid along the side of his briefs—her touch deliberate, patient.
Underneath—She felt it.
Thick. Girthy. Heavy in her palm.
A slow hiss escaped her lips as her fingers wrapped around it, gripping tight.
With a teasing pull, she coaxed the heavy length from the side—flicking it free, inch by inch—until her hand found the center and tugged again...until the whole thing was out.
Liend gulped, breath ragged, heart pounding. He reached for her shoulder instinctively, gripping it tight—pressing her back against the floor.
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"Mom…" Liend breathed, voice low and shaking.
Kiana looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with love and compassion—calm, accepting.
Liend moved instinctively—flipping her gently onto her side, then guiding her down.
Her chest pressed to the floor as he leaned over her, one hand wrapping softly around the back of her neck.
"M–Mom…" he stammered again, the word catching in his throat.
"Are you sure?" he asked, voice barely holding together—torn between restraint and desire.
Kiana didn't answer with words.
Instead, she lifted one hand, sweeping her hair aside with graceful fingers, exposing the nape of her neck.
Then, slowly, she perched her hips up—bending her knees beneath her, positioning herself without a sound.
Both palms flattened against the floor, her body rising in invitation—submissive, deliberate, ready.
Kiana said nothing—just held a nervous, stuttering smile on her flushed face. Her skin burned red, blood rushing beneath the surface, heart pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears.
Kiana stayed on all fours—trembling, breath caught—eyes wide open, waiting.
Waiting for him.
Waiting for it.
Behind her, Liend inhaled sharply—holding his breath as if steadying himself.
His hand moved slowly, fingers grazing over the soft, silky curve of her hips. He paused, then slid his touch lower—guiding aside the thin line of her panty.
He aligned himself—his cock stiff, the tip brushing against her parted lips, warm and waiting.
Liend looked down at her—body trembling, breath heaving—as he pressed forward… right at the edge of it.
"Mom…"
Liend's voice came out ragged, breath trembling as he tightened his grip gently around Kiana's neck.
"I'm going in."
His body tensed—muscles coiling along his back—as he pushed forward.
Kiana's pussy, already gaping and aching with need, quivered the moment he entered.It welcomed him—trembling, clutching tight the moment he slid in.
"Ugh!"
Liend groaned, the tight, cushion-soft walls wrapping around his cock, holding him with sudden intensity.
"Ahh—"
Beneath him, Kiana moaned—sharp and breathy—as her arms gave out.
She collapsed onto one elbow, her breasts pressing softly against the floor, cushioning her fall, body shaking as she took him in.
"Don't push it all in—"Kiana moaned mid-sentence, but before she could finish, Liend thrust again—his cock still not fully inside—slamming deeper, punching against her inner wall.
"Ah!"Her cry broke out with the impact, sharp and helpless.
She clawed at the floor, fingers dragging, elbows trembling—until the other one gave out entirely.Her body dropped flat, breasts pressing into the floor, soft flesh cushioning the fall—rippling with every one of Liend's steady thrusts.
"Liend!"
She gasped his name through ragged breaths, barely managing to speak before the tip of his cock pushed forward again—pressing hard against her deepest point.
"You're hu—Ah!"
Kiana's voice cut off mid-sentence as Liend plunged into her again—deep and hard.
"You're too tight, Mom!"
He yelled out between ragged breaths, each thrust deeper than the last, his body shuddering with restraint.
"If—"
His voice cracked as he grabbed hold of her thighs, palms pressing firmly against the softness of her legs.
"If I stop for even a second… I'll cum inside you."
Liend pulled her legs back, hard, shifting her balance.
Kiana's body collapsed, legs giving out as she dropped forward—but before she could hit the floor, Liend caught her, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, holding her mid-fall.
"I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from thrusting hard into you, Mom…"
Liend released her waist gently, his breath trembling as she lay sprawled beneath him—her body helpless, open.
Her massive breasts were pressed against the floor, soft flesh spreading out, shifting with the rhythm of their movement—each motion making them bulge at the sides.
He adjusted his grip.
One hand already at her neck, he brought the other up to join it—wrapping both hands around her throat. His fingers pressed firmly, possessively, holding her still.
And then—he thrust.Hard.Deep.
"I'm so sorry, Mom…" he groaned, voice breaking with strain,
"…if it hurts—but I can't stop."
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Liend thrust hard—again and again—the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room, sharp claps filling the air and spilling into the hall beyond.
The floor seemed to resonate with the rhythm—each collision of his waist against Kiana's plush, full hips sending waves through her body.
"I—"
Kiana tried to speak, but her mouth had already surrendered—jaw slack, breath ragged.
Her words came out in fragments, barely forming, lost beneath the overwhelming force inside her.
"I just want… you to… slo—Nghh!"
Her voice broke apart mid-plea, cut short by another deep, relentless thrust.
She remained down—helpless, stretched—taking him in as her pussy tightened around his thick length, pulsing with each convulsion.
Pussy smashed—stuffed full—clinging to every inch of him, taking everything he gave without protest.
"Mom…"
Liend's voice stammered, breaking into fragmented breaths as he pulled her up—one arm wrapped around Kiana's neck, drawing her back against his chest.
His other hand slid over her front—slow, deliberate—gliding down until it reached her chest.
After a moment, he squeezed—tight—gripping the soft, doughy flesh through her clothes, his breath hot against her ear.
"I can't take it anymore…" he groaned, voice thick with need.
His fingers clutched at her shirt, and with a sudden tug, he pulled—hard.The buttons gave way, popping loose, falling from the fabric one by one.
Beneath it, revealed in the broken space, was a sheer white bra—delicate, pure, barely hiding the fullness beneath.