Kapitel 3: Chapter 3 Unable to Cover Up
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Li Na's mother, Hu Xiuyue, was in her thirties, with a flawless, smooth oval face and an especially fine figure, especially her buttocks, extravagantly plump and rounded, like a perfectly ripe peach.
Sitting on the bed, Hu Xiuyue said to Li Na, "Na, you go back to your room and sleep, you need to help out tomorrow!"
"Okay, Mom!"
Li Na obediently replied. Her docile appearance only made her more appealing. Song Tian regretted that he hadn't taken her pants off outside just now to fiercely lick her beautiful crevice.
Song Tian massaged Hu Xiuyue's ankles and pressed her feet, and after a while, a look of surprise appeared on her face.
"It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt anymore!"
Song Tian said with a smile, "An ankle sprain seems minor, but you mustn't take it lightly. Otherwise, it could result in sequelae. I need to knead your entire leg and smooth out the tendons."
As he spoke, Song Tian's hands kneaded Hu Xiuyue's white and supple legs, gradually moving up to her thighs, inevitably pushing her skirt upwards.
Hu Xiuyue could only feel the heat of the young man's hands, penetrating through her thighs and burrowing into her body.
All of a sudden, her body shivered, feeling a surge of fluid welling up from her crevice, dampening her buttocks and her skirt as well.
With the liquid emerging, Hu Xiuyue's face changed color. She had forgotten that she had sprained her ankle while washing underwear, and while she focused on the injury, she had forgotten she wasn't wearing any panties.
Glancing at her skirt, it was already flipped up to the root of her legs.
Song Tian's hand paused, and his breathing grew heavy.
The sight of Hu Xiuyue's soft and beautiful thigh exposed, and beneath the skirt, the dark hair below her belly, and a hint of pink crevice, barely visible, could be clearly seen.
My god, Hu Xiuyue wasn't wearing panties.
And her thighs were wet.
Hu Xiuyue quickly held down her skirt, her voice trembling as she said, "Doctor Song, I—I—I was just washing clothes, I didn't mean to..."
She shouldn't have said anything; her trembling voice made Song Tian's blood boil even more.
With a very firm voice, Song Tian said, "Xiuyue, the tendon at the base of your thigh is extremely important, so I must massage it. Please relax a little, spread your legs, and I'll help you massage it."
While speaking, Song Tian's hand reached under her skirt.
One of Song Tian's hands stroked the soft side of Hu Xiuyue's thigh, while the other firmly explored the inner side of her tightly closed thighs.
At the tip of his fingers, the slick and moist sensation was transmitted, already grazing the edge of that crevice.
"Ah, mhm!"
Hu Xiuyue made a trembling moan. Though she wanted to squeeze her legs tighter, under Song Tian's fiery caress, her flesh trembled uncontrollably, and her legs felt electrified, slack as noodles.
Song Tian gazed at Hu Xiuyue's straight pair of snowy white legs, and her tightly clasped delicate feet and toes, his breath grew heavier, and his ardor intensified.
"Xiuyue, your legs are so beautiful. Can I kiss them?"
Song Tian's request sent a quiver through Hu Xiuyue's heart, as though it was fiercely squeezed, her vision darkened, nearly losing her ability to think. The word 'don't' reached her lips, but she just couldn't voice it out.
Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her leg, Song Tian had already landed his kiss there.
"Mhm, no, Doctor Song, you—ah!"
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When Hu Xiuyue was about to refuse, Song Tian's lips slid over her thigh and kissed beneath her skirt.
In panic, Hu Xiuyue clutched at her skirt, forgetting all about rejecting him.
With his head buried between Hu Xiuyue's legs, Song Tian licked the soft insides of her thigh, inhaling deeply through the fabric of her skirt.
From between Hu Xiuyue's legs, a unique hormonal scent wafted, not exactly pleasant, yet piercing with an inexplicable force straight to the back of the brain.
At the same time, a faint musky odor combined with the unique fragrance of a woman's body.
These mixed scents left Song Tian's brain foggy while his dick got so hard it seemed it might rip through his trousers.
Gasping, Song Tian yanked down his trousers, freeing his massive cock, perfectly positioned to slide between Hu Xiuyue's snow-white tender feet.
"Ah, my God!"
A heat surged over Hu Xiuyue's foot, making her cry out. Squeezing her feet together, her eyes widened in shock.
The lad looked so clean-cut; how could he be packing such a beast?
If he actually did her, she'd probably rip open.
In that moment of shock, Hu Xiuyue couldn't hold down her skirt any longer, and Song Tian flipped it up to her waist.
Her slender legs clamped together, and between the glossy black hairs, the beautiful crevice pressed tight and slightly raised, with a hint of pink peeking through.
Lin Xiaoyu's pussy was hairless, pure white like jade, with plump lips that begged to be bitten hard.
But the slit hidden within Hu Xiuyue's thatch stirred a compelling urge to part the hairs and explore.
"Xiuyue, it's so beautiful here, let me kiss it!"
Song Tian only heard rapid panting but got no reply.
Looking up, he saw Hu Xiuyue with her eyes tightly closed, her hands propped back against the bed, and a flush of red sweeping over her pale face as she continued to bite her lip—it was clearly an invitation to move in for the kiss.
Touching her legs, Song Tian gently spread them apart, and as he did, her beautiful legs gradually opened.
From within the silken hairs, the moist slit began to reveal itself in front of Song Tian, with juices slowly streaming out and glistening drops poised on the edge, ready to fall.
The wet crevice pulsated, revealing the tight orifice behind it, contracting and blossoming with nervous tension.
Song Tian's lips quivered with excitement, and his breath shook.
Hu Xiuyue's legs spread wide, displaying her most private and shame-filled parts to the young man, her voice trembling as she called out for Song, jerking him back to reality.
"Xiuyue, this place, it's truly beautiful!"
Song Tian said, holding her legs, ready to dive in and lick that beauty.
"Mmh, ah…"
A faint, trembling moan arose.
Suddenly, Song Tian felt something was off; the moan seemed to come from the doorway.
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