Jiang Yun was getting a little carried away while watching, if it weren't for the fact that she planned to continue watching.
Jiang Yun had already rushed out and pounced on them, a strange and violent current surging through his heart.
Jiang Yun couldn't help but bite his aunt's bodice into his mouth, closing his eyes and licking it frantically, his raging dragon head wrapped in the underwear that smelled of Consort Ling.
While watching, he fantasized about pinning Consort Ling down and pampering her, all the while violently stroking his own head.
In modern times, we've heard of "naked chatting," but here, Consort Ling and Jiang Yun are using "naked chatting" in such a realistic way, engaging in such actions within a single space.
Jiang Yun felt as if his body was on fire, so aroused that he couldn't control himself, and he couldn't help but speed up his movements.
"Ahhhhh—I want it—I want it—ah—so good—ah—I'm going to fly—mmm—"
Consort Ling murmured in a daze, her body pressed tightly against the wooden tub wall, curling up and down with each movement. As she swayed, ripples spread across the water in the tub.
Seeing the Consort Ling, whom Jiang Yun had always fantasized about, masturbating in front of him, no longer the virtuous lady she once was, her desperate cries sounding like those of a lustful woman.
Jiang Yun really wanted to rush over, hug Consort Ling tightly, and then enter her body to tell her that he was better than the emperor she loved.
She could give Consort Ling the happiness that the Emperor couldn't, but Jiang Yun didn't do that, because that wasn't what she was thinking about.
Jiang Yun felt that sometimes it was not bad to do it once in a while. Jiang Yun stood behind Consort Ling and secretly watched Consort Ling masturbate.
After a while, Consort Ling's breathing became heavy, her body heaving violently, her eyes glazed over, and her face flushed.
The two full, white breasts on her chest had been squeezed out of shape in Consort Ling's hands.
"Ahhh...I want it...Give it to me...I want it so badly..."
Consort Ling kept muttering in her sleep, fantasizing about a thick, hard penis thrusting into her honey pot, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure.
Her body trembled more and more violently, and Consort Ling's passionate cries, now spun into a thin thread, uncontrollably burst forth from her throat.
The sudden arrival of Consort Ling ignited Jiang Yun's passion. Jiang Yun frantically grabbed Consort Ling's bodice, pressed it to his face, and kissed it wildly.
As he bit and gritted, the hand gripping the dragon's head beneath him quickened its pace. Amidst waves of tingling, numbness, itching, and swelling, and the sensation of thousands of insects crawling through his body, Jiang Yun's mind went blank.
"Ah, Consort Ling, ah, Consort Ling, I want you, I want to fuck you to death, I want—"
Jiang Yun screamed wildly in her heart, and finally stood up and appeared in front of Consort Ling.
Seeing that Consort Ling had seen him, he wanted to shout, but Jiang Yun stopped him with her hand.
The thing in Jiang Yun's hand was none other than Consort Ling's undergarment.
The scent of Jiang Yun permeated the undergarment, and at that moment, Jiang Yun stuffed the undergarment into Consort Ling's mouth.
"Consort Ling, since Emperor Qianlong can't satisfy you, then let his son satisfy you!"