The happiness of girls is actually very simple, just wearing pajamas and watching shows together.
Lying on the sofa, Su Ming yawns idly.
As evening approaches, An Mo finally returns from work.
"Godmother, have you eaten? Should I heat up so food for you?"
Seeing An Mo return, Su Ming imdiately springs up from the sofa.
"I've eaten, as for you..."
Before An Mo finishes speaking, her stomach embarrassingly starts to rumble.
"Why not eat a bit anyway."
Speaking, Su Ming simply heats up the leftover dinner.
Even though it's just simple homade food, under Su Ming's cooking, it seems incredibly delicious.
"I've already arranged everything with Wanhong Group, you don't have to worry about that."
While eating, An Mo suddenly brings up this topic.
"I'm obviously not worried, when Godmother acts, you know it's handled."
Su Ming's words bring a long-lost smile to An Mo's face.
"However, the situation with the Fan Family isn't great, I always feel like there's so conspiracy."
Hearing An Mo's words, Su Ming pauses in surprise.
She looks up, eting An Mo's sharp gaze.
"Godmother, you don't want to investigate this, do you?"
"You're very smart."
An Mo smiles, "Clearly, you're the most suitable for this, because I don't know how many of their spies are around . Alerting them would only be counterproductive."
An Mo then presents a docunt.
"This details the area for the Fan Group's relocation, you can visit these places."
When seeing this docunt, Su Ming suddenly feels sothing is amiss.
"Godmother, did you think of this from the start?"
eting An Mo's sly gaze again, Su Ming realizes she was ensnared from the beginning.
An Mo's care for Wanhong Group was simply to get her to do this task.
After dinner, watching the graceful An Mo on the sofa, Su Ming laughs dryly.
"Godmother, after wearing high heels all day, how about I rub your feet?"
Upon hearing this, An Mo's face instantly blushes, recalling the last ti Su Ming massaged her.
"Godmother, if high heels are worn for too long, it can cause feet to beco deford."
For so reason, An Mo doesn't refuse, following Su Ming to his room instead.
Seeing the tidy layout of the room, An Mo nods approvingly.
She then lies on Su Ming's bed, and Su Ming thoughtfully places a pillow under her feet.
An Mo's skin is fair, her little feet particularly tender.
When holding them, Su Ming instinctively fondles them slightly.
Feeling the sensation from her feet, An Mo gently bites her lip, trying to appear more natural.
"Godmother, it seems you've been really busy lately. Without anyone around, you should take your shoes off sotis. Otherwise, over ti, your feet will have issues."
As he speaks, Su Ming begins pressing on a particular area.
An Mo slightly opens her mouth, feeling both pain and comfort.
She didn't expect Su Ming to possess such skills.
Su Ming's fingers skillfully manipulate An Mo's toes, filling her expression with comfort.
Every press stimulates An Mo's body intensely.
Over the years, this is the first ti any man has played with her feet, especially in this manner.
For a mont, An Mo feels like she's returned to earlier scenes, her face involuntarily turning red.
Seeing An Mo's little feet, Su Ming even feels tempted to take a bite.
Gently kneading, he relaxes An Mo's body.
It's unclear how much ti passes, but Su Ming finally puts down An Mo's foot.
"By the way, Godmother, how's your abdon feeling lately?"
"It still hurts a bit, maybe I need your help."
Those last two words go unsaid by An Mo, but her face is already extrely shy.
Upon hearing this, Su Ming simply smiles and takes off her pants.
Two long legs are exposed before Su Ming, smooth and fair.
It's hard to imagine how these legs would look in black stockings; definitely a killer for hobodies.
Noticing Su Ming staring at her long legs, An Mo slightly spreads them.
"Godmother, this also needs to be removed."
"Can you help take it off?"
After saying this, An Mo regrets it.
What am I saying? Asking for help taking it off sounds too wanton, right?
But Su Ming doesn't seem to notice, reaching out to remove her panties.
Watching herself fully exposed before Su Ming, An Mo's face turns red like an apple.
"Su Ming, my chest still aches a bit too, could you help massage it?"
With these words, An Mo's face turns even redder, wanting to slap herself.
"An Mo, what are you saying? How did you beco this kind of woman?"
"Can't you control yourself seeing a man? Rember, Su Ming is your godson-in-law."
"But I really can't help it, what's happening to ?"
While An Mo ponders, Su Ming has already undone the buttons on her chest.
Looking at Su Ming's face, An Mo instinctively reaches out to stroke it gently.
Su Ming doesn't resist, but slowly removes An Mo's clothing entirely.
When her bra is removed, two round masses bounce out like large atballs.
Seeing these two soft masses, Su Ming is montarily stunned.
Among the won he's seen, none surpass An Mo in softness.
Estimating roughly, Su Ming thinks they must be G-cup.
Moreover, these masses are incredibly firm, bouncy, and perky.
There's no sign of sagging at all.
The pink nipples on top are vivid, full of color.
Su Ming reaches out, gently kneading the soft masses.
"So soft, so fragrant."
Being gazed at by a man with her naked body, An Mo hides her face under the blanket.
Yet her curiosity can't help but peek at Su Ming.
All she sees is Su Ming kneading, the technique truly comfortable, bringing a happy expression to An Mo's face.
"Godmother, is it uncomfortable here?"
Su Ming asks softly.
"Try everywhere, I don't even know."
At this mont, An Mo seems emboldened by a reckless urge.
Throughout the massage, she continuously lets out moans.
With those moans, the large thing under Su Ming starts to rise.
Facing a perfect, flawless body, Su Ming can't resist any longer; he lowers his head, bites onto the small nipple, and begins to savor it.
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