Soap Opera 2: Asian Women and My Business
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Chapter 6: Mei Ling and her daughter Wang
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Mei Ling and her daughter Wang - Soap Opera 2: Asian Women and My Business goes up against my other Soapy Series, A Soap Opera: My Year of Living Dangerously(with Asian women). Just like when Days of our Lives, The Bold and the Beautiful and Dallas fought for TV ratings, and some viewers watched one while others channel hopped, you too can be a loyal reader of one or binge on both. This new series follows my Australian business and Asian women and is full of over the top characters, implausible plots, rivalries & feuds.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Daughter Light Bond Group Sex Interracial White Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Cat-Fighting
Huyen was giving me my first titty fuck in the office. I had always thought them overrated, but the 34C implants that had replaced her 30A tits, plus the effect of her tongue working on my cock head as it slid up through her twin mounds, made the world of difference.
My mind wandered, and as usual, it ended up thinking of something important: namely, myself. Life was good. No, on second thoughts, make that great. Manipulating Huyen to be fucked by me and win my bet with Jim Thompson had saved me from repaying him $200,000 or alternatively learning to eat through a straw while my broken jaw and teeth were fixed. The only downside was that I would have to find a new loan shark if I needed to borrow money.
If that wasn’t enough, Huyen had gone from church mouse to insatiable slut. She was willing to let me take her any way, any time and in any position. I was getting good use of the illustrated Kama Sutra book I had pinched from the bookshop, as I have no library card. On top of that, I was enjoying the eye candy she provided with tops that exposed as much of her enhanced breasts as possible, and micro miniskirts that flashed her thonged quim and arse cheeks. New clients were fighting to be accepted and have Huyen as their contact, so my money situation was improving.
True, it was a slight setback that the Chinese mother, Chen Hua, who, with her daughter, had brutally fucked Thuy in Sydney when Thuy took me there for a sex revenge fuck against her husband, and then fucked me and sexfought for me in Melbourne, was back in China. Her past as an escort for high-ranking Chinese politicians and generals has caught up with her, and she had been summoned back to Beijing to help build up some dirt on a politician who had fallen out of favour.
But I consoled myself that it was okay, as the woman she had sexfought, Lai Fong, a Hong Kong-born restaurant owner in Springvale, was fucking me and bringing me along to watch her sexfight, something that I had become very interested in now I had seen it for real. Two hours later, after cumming on Huyen’s silicone-hard tits before she returned to Vietnam for her mother’s funeral, I was in Footscray at the market food court. My mind was planning how I could somehow watch more sexfights when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Bruce Lee would have been proud of my efforts as I spun around. He would have probably been disappointed if there was less than six armed men to deal with. Me, I was swivelling my head looking for the exit, overturning food stalls like in a kung fu movie as I ran. However, although I hate to admit it, whereas Bruce Lee would have landed on the balls of his feet, prepared to strike out, I landed on my arse on some food scraps.
I looked up to see Mei Ling, yes, the same woman that Lai Fong had sexfought with me as an onlooker. The last time I had seen her, she was lying defeated and broken on the carpet, her muscular frame slumped with Lai Fong’s piss and cum streaking down her broad back and pooling under her thick thighs. Residual tremors rippled through her belly as she lay defeated, panting through her open mouth. Lai Fong stood over her triumphantly, her slim legs widespread and small tits heaving as she unstrapped the silicone toy before dropping it with a wet thud beside Mei Ling’s short-cropped hair.
Minutes earlier, Lai Fong had demanded that the beaten Cantonese woman admit she had lost. The restaurant owner’s, though not many people who had eaten there would call it a restaurant, high cheekbones were still flushed from the exertion and the post-fight victory orgasms I had given her.
Mei Ling had hissed, voice muffled against the floor. “Please, I submit, you win everything.” Satisfied, Lai Fong smirked sharply and collected the stake money from the table, counting the bills before adding them to her own pile on the coffee table. But now I lay on my back in the Footscray Market looking up at Mei Ling.
From my spot on the greasy tiles, surrounded by scattered food scraps and the stares of marketgoers, I craned my neck up at Mei Ling’s solid frame hovering over me. She was dressed for shopping at the market. Faded jeans hugged her strong thighs, and her shoulders filled out a plain cotton shirt with its sleeves rolled up to show her strong arms.
At thirty-eight, her body showed the effects of a hard life in Guangzhou and now at a Sunshine factory. Through the thin shirt, her firm 34C tits pushed forward, rounded and high without sagging. Even from the concrete floor, I could see her large, thick, dark nipples poked against the material to show their outline. Lower down, the jeans rode low on her hips, outlining the meaty swell of her arse cheeks and the prominent bulge of her cunt where the seam dug in between her thighs, showing the parted slit and inner lips of her camel toe.
Her face was hard as she helped me to my feet. I was trapped but thought quickly and suggested coffee. To my surprise, as I had thought the gesture would be enough, she smiled and accepted. Fuck, now I had to think of something to say.
We grabbed a table in the corner of the food court, and I ordered us Vietnamese iced coffees to buy some time. Mei Ling sat across from me, her legs spread wide under the table. I leant back, sipping mine quickly to steady my nerves, and figured flattery might keep her from snapping my neck. “Look, Mei Ling, that sexfight with Lai Fong at your place,” I said casually, unable to take my eyes away from her firm tits threatening to burst the buttons on her shirt. “She got lucky as you had her pinned for most of the fight, beating her clit to clit. You obviously saw I was supporting you, and it distracted you and allowed her to shift the momentum with her semi-illegal moves.”
She paused mid-sip, her square-jawed face softening, narrow eyes locking on mine with a flicker of interest, and she set her ice-filled glass down firmly. “Vietnamese iced coffee should be drunk slowly with a lot of talking,” she stated, stirring hers with the straw and taking a deliberate, drawn-out sip, clearly settling in to hear more of my bullshit praise.
I was out of ideas, then inspiration struck. “You probably know why I fucked her after she won. I have seen her fight before, and because you should have won, I was scared for what she would do to you, so I distracted her.” It was phrased like she would be stupid not to know that, and she nodded her head as though she had known that. I finished by throwing in how I should give her and her shopping a lift home in my car.
As we walked to my vehicle. She suddenly stiffened and hissed, “Fuck it, It’s that bitch Yu Yufei coming towards us. We can’t avoid her, and she always puts me down: how she is richer, how her husband hasn’t left her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just my bad luck.”
I acted quickly and had an arm around her and pulled her close. Pleasantries were exchanged, and I was introduced as “her man”. I shifted my hand so that it was almost cradling her tit and enjoyed the feel of its heavy, dense mass. My other hand bought my Beamer car keys to my fingers, and I pressed the door release. Mei Ling gloated as she settled into German car seat leather while Yu Yufei’s lips compressed.
At her house, it was a no-brainer, and I soon had the nude, willing Cantonese woman on her back and was about to eat her. With her legs spread, I went down on her cunt immediately. I had the choice: fuck her short and quickly for my pleasure in a one-off or take the time and effort to build the small chance of a long-term asset. Ever the optimist I selected the latter rather than slipping my cunt stabber in for a quickie.
Its lips were swollen and wet, clenching and unclenching rhythmically as I parted them with my tongue. I lapped at her sex heat, tasting her strong arousal while her short Cantonese body tensed under me and her thick thighs locked around my head. Her swollen, huge nipples stood out hard on her firm 34C tits. They were as good as anything natural I had seen on the net and, believe me when I say I have sent a lot of time online researching this. They were quivering for attention, and I teased one with my fingers while my tongue probed her deeper.
I pulled my mouth back from her cunt. It was slick with her juices, and I positioned myself for missionary, before slowly sliding my rod into her swollen sex cave. Her inner walls gripped my shaft tightly, caressing each inch of its journey as I bottomed out.
She groaned deeply and in a needy voice wailed, “So big, your cock’s huge, filling me up,” as I thrust in and out steadily. Her body bent under me, and she grabbed her ankles, pulling them to her ears to let me go deeper into her open quim. “Deeper. Is it good for you?” she gasped, seeking praise.
I knew what she wanted, so I jackhammered more rapidly and groaned, “Christ, your cunt is like nothing I have ever had before. It’s so tight and wet, and making me so horny. I need it bad.” I knew just what to say and also, more importantly, how to make it sound as though I meant it.
She came strongly then, her body shuddering with a loud groan, “I’m cumming on your cock. No one has a cock like you.” Her walls clenched rhythmically around me as her cum juices leaked out past my pistoning tool. I kept pounding, giving her what she wanted: cock and more praise, and she exploded again, writhing and pulling her ankles higher while wailing, “Again, so good. It’s so huge and mine.” Her body shook through her second orgasm, and I slowed to hold off my own. The more she came, the more I would receive both today and in the future.
“The door to the bedroom opened. “Hi Mum. Oh God, sorry. So sorry, Mum.”
The bedroom door had swung open suddenly to interrupt our fucking. “Hi Mum,” a young voice had said, then froze, before a flustered voice apologised. “Oh God, sorry. So sorry, Mum.” It was her 18-year-old daughter, Wang, back from year 12 in school. Her solid Cantonese body with its strong hips and tits that were clones of her mother’s pressed against the blue and white checked dress. She stopped dead in her tracks. The round face under her dark hair, which was tied back in a ponytail, flushed red instantly as her wide-open eyes darted from Mei Ling’s spread legs to my fuck meat buried deep in her mother’s pussy. Embarrassment twisted her features as she stammered again, “Oh God, sorry, so sorry Mum,” before spinning on her heel to exit.
It was certainly a moment killer for me, and my rod started softening. Mei Ling propped up on her elbows quickly, her voice cutting off Wang before she could fully escape. “Wang, stay. Come back here,” she yelled. Wang hesitated at the door, then turned slowly, face still flushed red as she reluctantly stepped back in, eyes fixed on the floor to avoid looking at us.
Mei Ling sat up, completely exposing her firm tits with their swollen, huge nipples still hard from our session and unintentionally exposing her love-juice-covered slit and thighs. The movement also had the side effect of massaging my tool into hardness, and she shuddered and groaned.
“It’s good for you to see your mother happy like this.” You have seen me down and depressed for years. But now? This man, Greg, has made me feel alive again, desired and wanted as a woman. His cock is filling me up like never before, because it’s huge. The way he praises my body, tells me my cunt’s the best he’s had, and his cock has made me cum hard, twice already. I’ve had nothing for years since your father walked out and left us scraping by, and you’ll be seeing Greg often from now on.”
Wang shifted uncomfortably taking in this information overload. Her body was tense in her uniform, but she nodded slightly without meeting our eyes. The room was thick with an awkward silence as Mei Ling lay back, and I realised she was clearly not done with me yet. Or her daughter, because she looked at her daughter and said, “Now strip and join us in our happiness by face sitting your mother. Please, Wang. Your mother needs this and is pleading with you to be a part of it.”
Wang froze at her mother’s plea, her round face flushing an even deeper red as she shifted uncomfortably in the doorway. I took in her solid body under the blue and white checked school dress clinging tightly to her hips and her tits that were clones of Mei Ling’s solid ones, but were even harder being eighteen years old. They sat high and round without sag, with nipple shape that poked through the thin fabric and her bra.
Her ponytail swayed slightly as she hesitated, wide eyes darting between her mother and me, cojoined at the groin, and the passageway outside the bedroom. She made her decision. Reluctantly, she reached for the dress buttons, undoing them slowly with trembling fingers. The fabric parted to reveal her 28-inch waist, leading down to her 34-inch flared hips that framed a shaved cunt with a tight slit that emerged as school-issue cotton panties slipped down her thighs. She slid out of her sports bra, and my eyes feasted on her bared tits.
She stepped out of them hesitantly, kicking the pile aside to stand fully exposed. Her legs were toned from walking to school, but she had the same strong thickness as her mother’s, with meaty, firm arse cheeks. She crossed her arms over her chest briefly, trying to cover her rounded tits. Mei Ling nodded encouragingly, lying back as Wang moved forward awkwardly to face me straddling her mother’s face. Her shaved cunt hovered inches above Mei Ling’s mouth before she lowered down slowly, thighs flexing around her mother’s head while her eyes locked on mine with a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty.
What I was witnessing, as it would for you, made my tool like a metal girder. My eyes went to Wang’s oozing cunt as it lowered fully onto Mei Ling’s mouth, and I gripped Mei Ling’s hips to refuck her ruthlessly, sliding my tool back into her swollen sex cave with a deep thrust that made her inner walls clench tightly around me. She screamed out immediately, “Fuck, your tool’s even bigger and harder now. God, its filing me, Pound it deeper.”
Just like in those space movies involving Aliens, Mei Ling’s tongue made first contact and probed into Wang’s tight slit and started lapping greedily at the wet quim. This drew a shudder from Wang’s body and a low groan that escaped her parted lips as her thighs tightened around her mother’s head. I hammered into Mei Ling, causing her to buck under me, but despite this, she worked her tongue deeper into her daughter. It hit me quickly that this wasn’t their first dance from the way Wang rolled her hips to grind down harder, making her tits heave. Her groans and Mei Ling’s muffled moans merged into one song.
Mei Ling came soon after, body shuddering violently as her cunt walls pleasured my shaft, wailing into Wang’s cunt, “Cumming again, daughter, it’s your turn now!” Soon Wang’s face scrunched up in pleasure as she matched her mother. “Oh Mum, yes, I’m cumming too, a real big one,” and her juices leaked down Mei Ling’s chin while her hips bucked uncontrollably through the aftershocks.
With her body still reacting strongly to being eaten, I reached forward and grabbed Wang’s hands, guiding one to her own clit where she started rubbing it, hesitantly at first, her fingers circling the swollen nub before her body responded, and her tits heaved with each breath. The other hand I placed around my cock at the entrance of her mother’s slit. Her fingers formed a tunnel that couldn’t fully close around its girth. It was already slicked with her mother’s juices and made her fingers wet as I thrust steadily through them into Mei Ling’s clenching inner cunt.
Both came hard. Mei Ling’s body spasmed under me with a muffled wail into Wang’s cunt, as her sex cavern’s inner muscles worked in a frenzy around my shaft. Wang groaned loudly as she speed fucked her cunt on her mother’s face. “Oh God, Mum. I’m cumming again,” She writhed and her 38-inch hips ground down on her mother as juices leaked freely down her thighs.
We continued, and Mei Ling writhed through another climax soon after, screaming hoarsely against her daughter’s shaved slit, demanding more. That set Wang off again and her body shook uncontrollably as she wailed, “Yeah, me too, so good,” She pulled her wet hand back from my cock, staring open mouthed at the stretched shape of her fingers, still with a gap from the thickness they couldn’t wrap around fully.
I wished it could last forever, but Mei Ling’s inner walls gripped too tightly, and suddenly, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I unloaded deep inside her with a groan, pumping rope after rope of my jizz to fill her up and leak out around my shaft. When I popped out, leaving her swollen slit gaping slightly and oozing our mixed juices, I was a tired man.
Wang leant forward immediately, to bend forward and down to devour the cum that was smeared across Mei Ling’s groin, lapping greedily at the sticky mess with her tongue while her tits brushed against her mother’s twitching belly. Then she extended her tongue to probe into her mother’s leaking slit and sucked out every drop of my cum. This dragged muffled moans from Mei Ling, whose inner walls tried to seize the intrusion, while her thick thighs spread wider to let her daughter work deeper.
We lay there drained on the bed, bodies tangled in a slick heap, Mei Ling still trembling under me while Wang curled up beside us. Sweat covered our skin, and I decided to go for the final nail in the coffin. I said to Mei Ling, “Let me set up another fight with that bitch Lai Fong. I’ll front the stake so you can prove you are better.”
Her body twitched suddenly, from an unexpected orgasm caused by my words that made her groan and jerk her hips, eyes flashing with excitement as she nodded eagerly. “Yes, do it. I’ll crush her and make her beg,” she agreed breathlessly.
Wang came to life beside us. “If you win, Mum, you can buy that dress for my Year 12 formal this Saturday night. I’ve been eyeing it forever,” she said happily, clearly thrilled at the prospect of the winning cash rewards. An idea pushed aside my pleasure.
I looked despondent. “No way I can get her to fight that quickly to get the money. Then I put on my cartoon lightbulb look. But I can buy it for you tonight.”
Mei Ling interjected, “But I am on night shift. Can we go together and buy it tomorrow?”
I regretfully shook my head. “Tomorrow, I have a non-negotiable client meeting.” You know, one that that only exists in your imagination.
“Mother, pleeeaaase,” Wang pleaded, and so it was settled. I took them out for an early meal, then Mei Ling left for her ten-hour shift of eight hours normal plus 2 hours overtime.
Wang, dressed in tight jeans and Tee shirt, sat in the car like a kid on Christmas Eve. She was describing the dress in a shop in the working-class suburb of nearby Footscray. She broke out of her reverie. “Footscray was that turn,” she said. “You have missed it.’
“We are going to Highpoint, not Footscray,” I replied. Highpoint was the 2nd largest and expensive shopping centre in Melbourne, outside of the CBD.
She gave a gasp. “Everything there is so expensive,” I nodded my agreement. Her excitement became more obvious the closer we got to Highpoint.
As we walked from the underground carpark I said, “Of course, this is our secret, and your mother doesn’t need to know.” I gave her hand a squeeze to confirm it and received one back. I conveniently forgot to release the grip of her hand as the escalator reached the fashion floor.
Shops lined both sides, their bright lights bouncing off mannequins in outfits that had overpriced tags, but I needed to direct her to the high-end boutiques and also get her used to physical contact. I held up my phone. “Vibration. That means business. You do some window shopping while I deal with it,” pointing at 2 shop windows. easy to do as at least 70% of the shops were selling women’s products. She went to the nearest one, and I pretended to talk on the phone.
When I saw Wang look my way, I put my phone away, and she rushed to me and tugged me toward the window display, eyes fixed on a body-clinging black dress with a slit up the thigh. “This is so much better than the shops at Footscray, and it’s on special.” Then she worried. “Is it too much?” she asked nervously. When I said that it was well within the budget, she wanted it now or even earlier, but I managed to convince her to keep this at number one in her mind, and we would look further, just in case.
Thirty minutes later, three things had happened. First, she had replaced number one four times. Second, she was like a dog on one of those extendable leashes as she would leave me to look, then rush back to hold my hand as we moved to the next boutique. Finally, and thirdly, we were nearly at Skin Siren, a boutique for extreme nightclub female outfits.
We entered. Wang was like a kid let loose in a candy store. Then reality hit. “Mum would not allow any of these,” she said in a deflated tone.
“She is working that night, and I am driving you there and bringing you home. We can pick up something at Footscray to show her. After all, we are already misleading her a little just by shopping here. This just makes it a tiny bit more misleading.” I put my arm around her, and she snuggled in, which I took to be a yes.
She was a woman on a mission. First selection was a designed for a slut on steroids. It was a skintight blue satin mini dress with a hem reaching just below the arse, and a front slit from thigh straight up to the hip bone, splitting the fabric apart to bare one full leg and flashes of groin with any movement. Number two was a purple silk slip style, cut ultra-short to high upper thigh. It featured double side slits that gaped open from hem to waistband, wide enough to expose hips and outer thighs completely, while the thin straps barely held the low neckline in place.
Then she spotted a gold mesh wrap dress. Its hem reaching high on the upper thighs for maximum shortness and featured a massive front slit that started from the pubic area and went up to the shoulders in an expanding V, draping the fabric so that it teased flashes of stomach and inner legs. The last one to catch her eye was a pink satin garment, barely longer than a shirt with its hem level to the bottom of the groin, boasting long side slits that opened from the bottom to underarm, revealing full sides of the body from ribcage down to arse cheeks in one unbroken line.
Wang grabbed the blue satin mini and headed to the changing cubicle, and the door clicked shut behind her. I lounged against a rack until minutes later, she stepped out, tugging at the hem that was just below her arse cheeks. The front slit gaped wide along her left thigh to hip bone, the fabric parting to bare her full leg and give flashes of her groin with each step she took towards me.
“What do you think?” she asked, twisting to check the back, in an uncertain voice but with eyes that held hope of approval.
I nodded appreciatively, drinking in how the satin hugged her full hips and tits, and said, “Far better than any of the number ones you had before. I am glad we came here.” She beamed, did a quick spin that made the slit flare open wider, grabbed the others and then ducked back into the cubicle to change.
Wang’s voice came, muffled by the cubicle door, then louder as she called me in, saying it would be quicker if I helped zip or adjust since the attendant was busy elsewhere. At the prices they charged, the staff didn’t care what we did, and the door clicked shut behind me while she stood naked. She grabbed the purple silk slip, stepping into it enthusiastically as the fabric slid up her legs. The ultra-short hem ended high-thigh and clung tightly to her arse, while the double side slits stretched open from hem to waistband to expose her hips and outer thighs completely. The low neckline showed all the inner cleavage and plenty of areolae of her rounded tits.
She turned for my approval, twisting to check the mirror where the slits flashed more skin with each movement, her smile growing as I nodded and murmured it suited her perfectly, though I would like to see it a size 8 not this 10. Wang peeled it off and reached for the gold mesh wrap next, wrapping it around her body and fastening the loose knot at the side. Like all the dresses its hem ended high on her thighs while the massive front slit parted wide from her pubic area up to the navel to drape the mesh and give teasing glimpses of her stomach and top of her slit. The material shimmered under the cubicle light and, as she did a tentative spin, the slit flared to bare more skin and short views of her shaved pussy. Breathlessly, she asked if it was too much, but I assured her it was just right for turning heads at the prom,
She eagerly grabbed the pink one to try on last, slipping it over her head to allow the barely longer than a shirt hem settle high on her upper thigh. The long side slits slashed from the bottom to underarm to reveal full sides of her body from ribcage down to arse cheeks in one unbroken line and were held together by transparent straps. The pink stretch satin gleamed as it moulded to her tits and waist, as she posed in the mirror, adjusting the fabric while her excitement built, clearly hooked on the sleaze that I knew would translate into something beneficial for me down the line.
“Thats it,” I exclaimed. “Just let me get a size 8, and with my encouragement, that is what we ended up with
We stepped out of Skin Siren with the pink dress, well, that is what they called it, bagged up. Her excitement was high on the Richter scale, and she was buzzing as we headed along the mall walkway to my next planned destination. She suddenly stopped and turned to me, tears in her eyes and said that this had been the best day in her life. Wang’s voice was earnest and genuine, before she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug that pressed her body against mine. I felt her stiffen slightly as my hard-on poked against her belly through my pants, unmistakable in the close contact.
She didn’t pull away immediately, lingering for a few seconds before easing back naturally, like she hadn’t registered it at all, her round face composed with just a hint of flush. I played it cool on the surface, wrapping an arm around her shoulders briefly to steer her toward the escalator, but inwardly I smirked at how the hug had also burned the imprint of her erect nipples into my mind as her hard points pressed through her tee shirt and into my chest.
From there, I steered us toward Woman’s Secret Lingerie, a Victoria’s Secret look-alike tucked in a quieter corner of the mall, its racks overflowing with lace and satin scraps that screamed sex. Wang hesitated at the entrance, mumbling half-heartedly that it was too much, but I knew her protests were insincere and she hoped that I would not agree.
We entered, my hand lingering on her lower back to guide her toward the bra and thong sets, where I picked out three matching pairs: the first a black lace tiny thong that barely covered her shaved slit with a matching quarter-cup bra that lifted her 34C tits but left the areolas fully exposed, theirdark nipples poking out unapologetically. The second was red satin, with thong strings thin enough to disappear between her arse cheeks and a bra that perched under her breasts, forcing them up with her areolae on full display. The third was a cream combo, the thong a minimal patch over her cunt lips and bra shelves that framed her tits without hiding the swollen nipples at all.
Her weak objections faded into excited glances at the mirror. Finally, we walked out with all three sets bagged up, after I convinced a willing Wang that she could use the ones not used at the prom in the future.
At Footscray, we purchased the dress she had originally wanted and a pair of 5-inch platform slut heels. and made it to her house with more than 7 hours left before Mei Ling returned from work. I asked her to model her full outfit, but she barely got the parcels set down on the bed before I had her flat on her back. Her legs spread wide across the rumpled sheets, her jeans, panties, tee shirt and bra in a tumbled mess on the floor. I dove in immediately to start my tongue lapping greedily at her long inner cunt lips that parted before it.
Her love juice started flowing while she writhed wetly beneath me, and I tasted Wang’s rapidly building arousal. Her hips pushed up to cover my mouth while her thick thighs clamped around my head, but somehow, I managed to focus on her clit. The sex nerve nub throbbed larger and harder against my tongue as I circled it relentlessly, and that made her squirm even more urgently, and her round face screw up in pleasure before me.
I ate her harder as my hands roamed up to her firm tits. Christ, they were like her mother’s: dense and heavy, so they pushed forward a bit like bolt-ons, rather than hanging like softer, similarly sized 34C tits. My fingers massaged and teased the erect nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger to draw sharp gasps from her parted lips. Her body shuddered through waves of need, and she moaned loudly as her body arched off the bed in desperate thrusts against my face, especially when I praised her tits and nipples as better than her mothers. It was my method to build her dependence on me, and I intended to make it an unbreakable prison.