Under the combined assault from both mother and son, Liu Yun'er was overwhelmed with pleasure. Her body twisted restlessly, and she couldn't help but let out a continuous stream of moans.
Ye Fei's tongue was skilled—after just a few strokes, he had turned her little butterfly into a soaked, dripping mess. Sensing that the time was right, he rose to his knees, positioned himself between her legs, and guided his thick cock to her virgin entrance. He rubbed the head gently along her slit, teasing the wings of her butterfly with slow, deliberate movements.
The sensation was even more intense than when he used his tongue. Liu Yun'er's hips lifted instinctively, rubbing her wet pussy against the head of his cock.
Finally, Ye Fei pressed the tip against her soaked entrance. Following the principle that short pain is better than long, he thrust forward in one firm motion. His cock broke through the thin barrier and plunged deep inside her virgin tunnel.
