When Ryan walked out, Yasmin had already crawled into the bed.
At that mont, she was on the phone and said softly,
"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm unfilial and made you worry."
"Right, I won't go over tonight if my brother is there."
"Don't worry, I will take care of it. I'll be there early tomorrow morning. My daughter has to go back to school too."
Facing her shaful gaze, Ryan walked over and climbed onto the bed, pulling the quilt from her body. Her mature, beautiful form was protected only by a disheveled bathrobe.
Ryan's breathing suddenly quickened, and with trembling hands he began unfastening the belt around her waist.
Yasmin did not resist this ti. Instead, even as she spoke to her parents, her eyes shone tenderly on Ryan—even though the tremor in her voice betrayed her inner turmoil.
Her body felt cold, and once the bathrobe was opened, she lay completely exposed; so, Yasmin closed her eyes entirely.
"Yes, Mom, I'm dealing with it now. Don't worry, I've found a lovely friend to help."
When she spoke to her mother, her voice sounded unnatural and her breathing was slightly rapid.
Exposing one's naked body to a man other than her husband for the first ti was a profound transformation for a wife and mother—a step that demanded resolve.
Her extrely full breasts, with an exaggerated round shape reminiscent of two small waterlons, nearly dangled out for a mont; the impact of the jelly-like flesh was simply fatal.
Even when lying down, they remained firm—neither sagging nor yielding—maintaining a wonderful elasticity despite her maturity.
Her areola ford a nearly invisible small circle. The nipple, as beautiful as a pearl with a bright, charming rose-red hue, exuded a temptation that made onlookers yearn to hold it in their mouths and taste it.
Yasmin was the object of countless n's spring dreams, though she likely remained unaware of it. Wherever she went, n's eyes invariably fixed on her.
Her skin was exceedingly white, as crystal clear as fresh tofu, marked only by a shallow scar on her lower abdon—likely a remnant from childbirth.
The plump young woman possessed a slightly rounded waist, yet she was neither fat nor burdened by a belly; she embodied the pure beauty of mature plumpness.
Her hips were large and round, and her legs long; although her proportions did not mirror those of a model, she possessed a unique perfection. With her plump, charming figure and a perfect pair of large breasts, she exuded an extre allure and sexual tension characteristic of a mature woman.
Ryan panted heavily, his eyes turning red in an instant as he grasped her breasts with both hands. Such large, full breasts could not be held with one hand alone; indeed, it might take two to fully encompass one.
With a gentle rub, they felt as soft as a water ball; with a bit more pressure, the breast flesh would even overflow between his fingers.
Yasmin pursed her lower lips and humd softly, her eyes instantly shimring with a layer of misty water as her breathing quickened.
"Mom, don't ntion him..."
"Originally I didn't want to make you worry, but he cheated a lot of loans and ran away. I guess he will never co back in this lifeti."
Yasmin struggled to steady her voice, yet the tremor was unmistakable, with even her lips quivering slightly. There flashed a hint of anger in her eyes before she tenderly gazed upon the young boy before her.
Her soulful eyes spoke volus, causing Ryan's heart to race. He lay on her while caressing her dreamy large breasts. He stuck out his tongue and licked her trembling lips in a lewd, obscene manner.
Her face flushed—perhaps a shade of spring red, or wine red, or simply from nervous excitent—though Yasmin herself could not tell. Yet she neither fled nor resisted; she panted softly, her eyes gradually blurring, and spoke into the phone:
"Mom, don't worry, my friend is very reliable. I trust him wholeheartedly."
"He... is much more reliable than my husband."
As she spoke, her trembling little hands caressed Ryan's face with a hint of maternal tenderness, as if she were solemnly embracing him. After hanging up, she gently set the phone aside, wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck, kissed him tenderly, and whispered emotionally:
"Can you let forget him???"
"I can also make you forget yourself..."
The burning of dry wood and the raging fire erupted in an instant—a passion suppressed for too many years. Naturally, at this stage, when one was as vigorous as a wolf or a tiger, a powerful release was inevitable.
Yasmin moaned, closed her eyes, then parted her lips and offered her tongue. Ryan promptly accepted, taking it into his mouth and sucking gently, while his hands vigorously caressed her extrely full breasts.
Their naked bodies intertwined as they rolled on the bed, reluctantly parting when the kiss nearly left them breathless; even their lips ached slightly. The burning alcohol had ignited heat in both of their bodies.
Ryan promptly positioned himself before her chest, massaged it vigorously with both hands, then opened his mouth to take her nipple in and began sucking.
"Be gentle...mm..."
Panting and moaning, Yasmin grew particularly excited. Her body was extraordinarily sensitive, and her sexual desire now burned intensely.
Ryan grasped her hand and guided it beneath his crotch, prompting Yasmin to stroke his penis with a dazed expression. She was youthful and full of vigor, and the iron-like hardness and heat fully awakened the long-suppressed instincts and desires within her.
"Teacher..."
Ryan snorted impulsively, his eyes bloodshot, his sole thought being to utterly possess this exquisite body.
The shaful wife and mother—even though no longer a spoiled child—remained exceedingly nervous about engaging in an affair for the first ti in front of her students. Subconsciously, she closed her legs to conceal her remaining modesty.
The word "teacher" evoked both sha and an indescribable pleasure of decadence. Gazing into the man's eyes filled with desire, Yasmin bit her lower lip and relaxed, then shafully parted her legs slightly.
Ryan, showing no restraint, imdiately knelt down, spreading her legs into an M-shape and placing a pillow under her plump buttocks. The young woman had very little pubic hair—only a thin line—which lent her an almost childlike appearance.
Her vagina was as plump as her body, reminiscent of a white, pristine abalone, while her labia, as lush as succulent plants, were exceptionally beautiful. A hint of red tinged the whiteness, appearing extrely tender as it subtly wriggled, with the beautiful, pearl-like clitoris faintly visible.
Beneath the labia lay a tiny hole, so small that one might doubt the possibility of even inserting a finger. The pink, tender flesh squird moistly, with love juice already overflowing and exuding the scent of lust that made Ryan swallow his saliva uncontrollably.
Yasmin trembled with sha and said,
"Don't, don't look at it..."
"No, teacher, just keep your eyes open like this. I want to take a good look at it. It's so beautiful."
Although he was already quite familiar with Yana, this was the first ti Ryan had seen a woman's private parts.
The allure emanating from that most mysterious area was irresistible—so beautiful that it surpassed anything one might have seen in adult videos. Not only was the vagina a beautiful, girlish pink,
Reviews
All reviews (0)