Though his mother-in-law was now in her forties, lacking the youthful vibrance of a teenage or young woman, she had a refined, mature allure that outshone Wen Wan, Wen Lan, and Wen Ting.
Her full, curvaceous figure, with rounded, plump, peach-like mature ass, was impossible not to fantasize about.
The Wen sisters were like different fruits: Wen Wan a ripe yellow peach, Wen Lan a half-ripe, juicy peach, Wen Ting an unripe, tart kiwi.
But Shen Han was a fully ripened, juicy watermelon peach!
Less visually perfect, yet irresistibly tempting with its sweet nectar, begging for a deep bite to savor its mature, tender flesh!
"Mom～～you're so beautiful today～～" Li Bin gazed deeply at Shen Han, their lips inches apart, heavy breaths mingling, warm, ticklish, laced with a faint aroma and wine, intoxicating them both.
They hadn't drunk much—barely enough to affect their tolerance. But wine doesn't make you drunk; people drunk themselves. In this moment, this scene, their eyes held a tipsy haze.
"Little Bin～～I～～" Shen Han's teeth bit her lip, trembling as she mumbled, unable to finish, her dreamy, fox-like eyes slowly closing, her lush red lips parting slightly.
Her plump, perky rose-petal lips, glistening with saliva, shimmered under the ambient lights, dripping with allure. Like dew-kissed rose petals, they begged to be plucked.
Gulp～～～ Li Bin swallowed hard, his desire for Shen Han overwhelming. Chaotic thoughts gave way to raw impulse, and he leaned down, gently kissing her luscious red lips.
"Mmm～～mmph～～～mmm～～～Little Bin～～～mm～～～" Shen Han's face flushed with shy arousal as Li Bin's hot lips enveloped hers, her body trembling with nerves.
His kiss felt like her first love, her first kiss—awkward, nervous, shy, afraid, yet brimming with anticipation and desire.
Li Bin softly kissed her delicate lips, cautious in his first kiss with his mother-in-law, gently brushing her lips with his, lightly sucking, teasing subtly.
His hot hands didn't stay idle. His right arm circled her neck, pulling her close, while his left hand tentatively slid to her plump, perky mature ass, caressing its full, firm curves.
He'd long coveted Shen Han's mature ass, fantasizing countless times about grabbing it when she bent over, her curves on display.
Now, finally fulfilled, the soft, tight roundness under his hand sent a shiver of pleasure through him.
"Little Bin～～no～～we can't!～～I!～～I'm your mom!～～We～～we can't do this!～～We can't!～～" Shen Han panted heavily, brows furrowed, her face etched with pain.
Yet her eyes held a dreamy enjoyment. Her heart was a twisted mess, torn between morality and desire, shame and loneliness, like a battle of demons and angels within her.
She was tormented, terrified. The man kissing her was her son-in-law, her daughter's husband!
How could she do this with him?
But she craved this feeling, her body aching with uncontrollable love and desire for him. She wanted to flee, to resist, but had no strength left.
Li Bin's kisses grew fiercer, their breathing more urgent. Their lips locked tightly, tongues entwining lasciviously.
Huff!～～Huff!～～～
"Mmph!～～～Little Bin!～～No!～～～Mm～～～Ha-ah～～～Mmph!～～～Little Bin!～～～We can't～～～Ah!～～Little Bin!～～～Mm!～～～Mmph-mm!～～"
In the soundproof Mercedes, only their ragged breaths and Shen Han's soft moans filled the air.
A gentle piano melody drifted faintly, amplifying the impulsive, intimate mood.
Finally, Li Bin's hand slipped under Shen Han's shirt, gliding along her slick, soft waist, slowly inching toward her chest.