At this moment, Ye Fei looked up and met his mother's beautiful face, locking eyes with the gaze he had often seen in his childhood.
A deep sense of attachment welled up in his heart, and he responded with the same adoring look he had as a child. Yet, his mouth never left her ripe, peach-like, plump entrance.
For a moment, the entire living room was enveloped in an incredibly delicate atmosphere.
This mother and son exchanged the purest of maternal and filial gazes, yet they were simultaneously engaged in the most absurd and licentious act.
To anyone who might witness this, it would seem utterly incomprehensible. But for this pair, who were completely lost in the forbidden passion of incest, it felt perfectly harmonious.
Slurp, slurp…
Although his mother's enticing, peach-like entrance was as juicy and sweet as a ripe fruit, it couldn't withstand Ye Fei's relentless suction.