Zhao Xinmei knows that Chen Bin is her godson, and there can be no result between them.
However, the noises coming from the next room earlier left her utterly sleepless.
Having gone too long without tasting Chen Bin's essence, she felt like a famished beast in heat.
Even though she continued to bear the moral condemnation internally, she still slowly reached her hand inside her robe, gripping the unbearably swollen White Jade Peak.
Recalling the scene in her mind where she hid under the dining table, sucking on Chen Bin's dragon, Zhao Xinmei became lost in the shameful guilt.
"Mm-hmm~ Xiao Bin, no... don't, I'm Mommy. Fuck me, fuck me hard, Mommy's so itchy inside."
In her self-mumbling whispers, Zhao Xinmei slowly reached her hand inside her little panties.
Finding the gradually stiffening Jade Pearl, she began to gently caress it.
