At that moment, Zhao Chenyu's hands moved forward, aiming directly for Aunt Ouyang's seductive buttocks. His ten fingers greedily kneaded the flesh, his thumbs and index fingers spread wide as they climbed upward from the base of her buttocks, like a ravenous mouth devouring the jade-like flesh.
"Have you ever had this kind of massage before, Auntie?" Zhao Chenyu asked as he kneaded her buttocks.
"Mmm... well... not exactly... not without clothes, ah!" Aunt Ouyang's final cry was prompted by Zhao Chenyu's hands spreading wide and forcefully digging into the flesh of her buttocks. He pressed down hard before lifting the flesh upward. In response, Aunt Ouyang's hips and lower body arched gracefully, her knees bending and her buttocks rising high, only to be pressed back down by Zhao Chenyu's large hands. As if releasing tension, she collapsed limply onto the bed.
With every rise and fall of Auntie Ouyang's plump buttocks, my heart seemed to sway along, as though Zhao Chenyu were gripping my very heart in his hand.
"So this counts as the first time, then? I'm truly honored."
Zhao Chenyu's large hands gently slid and circled over the curves of Auntie Ouyang's buttocks, then, like playing a piano, his ten fingers plucked and teased the soft flesh. The tender skin rippled like water touched by a dragonfly's wings, its fair, delicate surface turning from pale to flushed pink under his kneading, resembling shimmering jelly on a jade plate—soft, bouncy, and utterly enticing.
"Mmm... ah..." Auntie Ouyang let out a soft, fragrant sigh, her low moans escaping as her body tensed and relaxed in waves, like a stringed instrument being plucked again and again, producing one seductive, melodious note after another.
I wondered if Auntie Ouyang's honeyed depths had grown moist yet.
"Auntie, your butt is so perky. I often see you come to the lounge during work hours—you must come here to exercise, right?" Zhao Chenyu extended only his index finger, tracing a spiral around Auntie Ouyang's two firm buttocks, moving from the inside out until his finger seemed to slip unintentionally into the tight crevice of her buttocks, causing Auntie Ouyang to tremble once more.
"Hmph... What I do here is none of your business, you little... servant... mmm!" Auntie Ouyang's face was turned away from me, so I couldn't see her expression, but from her words, I could sense her breathing growing increasingly rapid. Even though this sentence should have sounded domineering, when she said it now, there was a hint of tsundere in her tone.
"I was just thinking that if Auntie ever needs it, I could help you stretch or something to make you more comfortable, hehe..." Zhao Chenyu said with a playful grin.
"Hmph! You bad serv—ah!" Auntie Ouyang didn't finish her sentence, letting out a startled cry that left me both shocked and squinting to see what had happened.
"It's okay, just relax, relax," Zhao Chenyu comforted her.
I focused my gaze and saw that Zhao Chenyu's rough hand had forcefully grabbed and spread Auntie Ouyang's buttocks apart, fully exposing the delicate pink rosebud hidden deep within the crevice to the air.
"You bad servant! What are you doing!" Auntie Ouyang turned her head, brushing aside her disheveled wavy hair as she scolded angrily.
"Auntie, this is really beautiful here—so pink, contracting and relaxing, so cute," Zhao Chenyu completely ignored Auntie Ouyang's anger, his lecherous gaze fixed intently on her rosebud.
Unfortunately, I couldn't see it... but I noticed Auntie Ouyang's buttocks straining under Zhao Chenyu's control, trying to close the crevice.
"You dog servant, you... ah!" Auntie Ouyang's words were cut short again by a soft cry. It was Zhao Chenyu, who had leaned down and blown a cold breath onto her rosebud just as she was about to erupt in anger.
The sudden assault on her most sensitive area caused Auntie Ouyang's perky buttocks to convulse violently, her knees bending as if she were about to spring up.
This intense movement also freed her buttocks from Zhao Chenyu's grip, but he remained completely unfazed. Instead, he slid his hands between her legs, clamping them firmly and positioning her into a kneeling, prostrate posture.
"That's it, don't move, relax, Auntie, just relax..." Zhao Chenyu quickly completed this action and hurriedly comforted Auntie Ouyang in front of him.
"I'm not nervous, you brat. I want to see what you're up to..." Auntie Ouyang only glanced back, huffing out these words before ignoring Zhao Chenyu's little actions.
Zhao Chenyu moved his legs forward and knelt on the bed as well.
But as an outsider, looking at this position—Auntie Ouyang lying prostrate on the bed with her legs spread wide, her beautiful buttocks raised, and Zhao Chenyu kneeling behind her, his crotch aligned with her widely spread private area—wasn't this the position for doggy style? What was Zhao Chenyu planning to do?
Soon, Zhao Chenyu gave me the answer. He did not remove the towel from his waist but continued using both hands, with his thumbs spread wide, pushing and squeezing Aunt Ouyang's perky buttocks upward from the base, as if a climber were scaling a mountain. When his hands reached the summit, they did not stop. Following the graceful curve of Aunt Ouyang's body, he massaged from her lower back to the tender flesh on both sides of her slender waist.
"Ah—" Aunt Ouyang let out another delicate cry, her body twisting, accompanied by faint, almost imperceptible laughter.
Zhao Chenyu's eyes lit up. He withdrew his hands and repeated the motion several times, his thumbs seemingly deliberately reaching toward the crevice of her buttocks.
"Ahaha..." Aunt Ouyang twisted her slender waist, trying to shake off the wandering hands on her waist.
"Auntie, your waist is quite sensitive..." Zhao Chenyu remarked casually.
"Haha..." Aunt Ouyang's face was buried in her arms, so I couldn't see it, but the crisp sound of her laughter chilled my heart.
"Let me try..." Zhao Chenyu's fingers moved back and forth, tickling Aunt Ouyang's waist as if playing a piano.
"Ahaha... Let go, haha..." Aunt Ouyang twisted even more vigorously, her perky buttocks swaying and accidentally brushing off the towel around Zhao Chenyu's waist.
His thick, erect member was instantly exposed. Zhao Chenyu leaned forward slightly, his hands still kneading Aunt Ouyang's waist, his hips pressed against her perky buttocks, enjoying the friction of her soft flesh.
"Haha... Haha... Hmm?" Aunt Ouyang also sensed something unusual. She turned her head and saw that Zhao Chenyu was completely exposed below the waist.
"You little rascal! I wondered what that strange thing was against my butt—it was you!" Aunt Ouyang rolled onto the bed, kicked Zhao Chenyu off with her jade-like leg, and when she saw he hadn't fallen, extended her other leg to deliver another kick but stopped for some reason.
Following Aunt Ouyang's gaze, I saw Zhao Chenyu's slightly hardened, thick member swaying from side to side.
"You little rascal, you think you can get away with this, don't you?" Aunt Ouyang's face flushed with a delicate red as she feigned seriousness.
"No, it's just that Aunt Ouyang is too beautiful. I couldn't help myself... hehe." Zhao Chenyu quickly sat by Aunt Ouyang's bedside, speaking obsequiously.
Be angry! Be angry, Aunt Ouyang! Get angry! Kick him out! I thought to myself, hoping desperately.
"Come here! Stand up!" Aunt Ouyang ordered Zhao Chenyu to stand in front of her, facing her directly. Once he obediently stood up, his large member was positioned right in front of Aunt Ouyang's flushed face.
Looking at the enormous object before her, Aunt Ouyang lightly clicked her tongue, extended her delicate hand, and gently slapped Zhao Chenyu's member a few times, muttering, "You naughty thing... you naughty thing!"
"Ouch! That hurts, Aunt Ouyang!" Zhao Chenyu covered his crotch, hunched over, and cried out pitifully.
"You know it hurts? If you dare disrespect me again, I'll cut it off!" Aunt Ouyang said fiercely, but after decades of knowing her, I could tell the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned—she wasn't angry at all.
"Achoo! Achoo! I wouldn't dare. I only want Aunt Ouyang to feel comfortable."
Zhao Chenyu nodded and bowed as he spoke.
"Come on, keep going... Aunt Ouyang lay still, seemingly letting Zhao Chenyu work on her front. From Aunt Ouyang's attitude, I understood that she truly enjoyed Zhao Chenyu's actions.
'Okay...!' Zhao Chenyu opened another bottle of essential oil, dripping it from top to bottom onto Aunt Ouyang's full breasts, her flat yet sensually curved abdomen, and her slightly raised mound. Then he rubbed his hands together to warm them, spreading the oil evenly over Aunt Ouyang's delicate body.
'Mmm...' As Zhao Chenyu's hands glided over Aunt Ouyang's breasts, she let out a soft moan, like ripples on a calm lake.
Zhao Chenyu was exceptionally focused, not only carefully applying the oil but even gently stroking each finger and toe. Aunt Ouyang completely relaxed.
'Auntie, your breasts are so fair. I never really looked closely before, but now I see—your areolas are just the right size, and your nipples are so pink and tender...' Zhao Chenyu's hands slid over Aunt Ouyang's shoulders, circling her breasts as if drawing boundaries, moving back and forth.
'Ah...' Aunt Ouyang instinctively raised her hand to slap him but held back. It was this restraint that amplified the sensations in her body.
Zhao Chenyu's index fingers circled around Aunt Ouyang's nipples, deliberately avoiding touching them.
'Mmm... uh!' Aunt Ouyang's chest twitched and heaved from the stimulation. Her arms, once relaxed at her sides, were now tightly pressed against her body. Her delicate hands covered her lips, but they couldn't muffle her soft moans.
Zhao Chenyu pressed his fingers together, kneading Aunt Ouyang's beautiful breasts with force, yet still leaving a gap to avoid touching the already hardened, pink nipples.
'Uh, ah...' Aunt Ouyang's face flushed even more. She glanced down at Zhao Chenyu, then shyly turned her gaze elsewhere.
Seeing this, Zhao Chenyu climbed onto the bed—not just onto it, but straddling her, kneeling directly on top of Aunt Ouyang.
'You...' Not only was Aunt Ouyang shocked, but even I almost blurted out the word.
Zhao Chenyu's dark, thick cock lay brazenly on Aunt Ouyang's flat, pale abdomen, the head pointing straight toward her cleavage, its slit staring at Aunt Ouyang's delicate, moist face.
Get angry! Get angry! Shouldn't you slap him off?
Just as I thought this, Aunt Ouyang reached out as if to strike Zhao Chenyu. At that moment, Zhao Chenyu's hands, which had been gently kneading Aunt Ouyang's breasts, suddenly changed shape—his thumbs and index fingers pinched her two nipples, twisting them left and right.
'You! Ah—' Aunt Ouyang was about to erupt in anger, but Zhao Chenyu's move shocked her back. Her fury turned into a high-pitched moan, releasing the pent-up desire—or perhaps, intensifying it even more.
'You wicked servant! Ah!' Aunt Ouyang's chest trembled and spasmed even more violently. Zhao Chenyu wasn't just twisting her nipples—he deliberately tugged them upward while his other fingers dug deep into the soft, white flesh of her breasts, wildly stimulating her sensitive spots.
'Auntie... why don't you play with mine too... come on.' Zhao Chenyu grabbed Aunt Ouyang's wrists and placed her hands on his thick, sturdy cock."
"You wicked servant, what are you trying to do?" Aunt Ouyang lowered her head and saw the thick, swollen cock that nearly covered her abdomen, like a slumbering monster.
"Hehe, want to have some fun together..." Zhao Chenyu took Aunt Ouyang's hands and wrapped them around his cock, gently stroking it.
This Zhao Chenyu, how could he be so outrageous?
Aunt Ouyang, get angry! He's already overstepping his bounds! Get angry!
"You little rascal, so mischievous..." Aunt Ouyang merely sneered, completely ignoring Zhao Chenyu straddling her. Her delicate hands moved up and down, already beginning to stroke the thick, fleshy worm herself.
"No matter how mischievous, it's all to make you happy..." Zhao Chenyu used the respectful "you" again, while his hand once more caressed Aunt Ouyang's firm, full breasts.
"Ah... mmm..." Zhao Chenyu's hands kneaded Aunt Ouyang's breasts until they gleamed, his thumbs and index fingers spreading wide to grip the base of her breasts. He squeezed upward bit by bit, as if measuring, making every inch of her breast flesh feel the pleasure of being compressed and then released. Then, his thumb and middle finger pinched her nipples while his index finger flicked rapidly, stimulating Aunt Ouyang into frequent moans and trembling. Finally, his five fingers wrapped around her breast, gently shaking and caressing it, giving Aunt Ouyang comfort and warmth after the stimulation.
"Mmm... ah... you wicked servant... you little devil, you're so good at this! Ah... ah!" Aunt Ouyang's brows furrowed slightly, her red lips parting as moans rose and fell. Her breathing grew rapid and ragged, desire swelling within her, the flush on her cheeks spreading down to her neck. Not only that, behind Zhao Chenyu's back where he couldn't see, Aunt Ouyang's legs repeatedly shifted between spreading wide and clamping shut. Her beautiful feet pressed against the bed, toes curling into the sheets as she struggled to endure. She poured all her grievances into her hands—more precisely, into the thick, swollen cock her hands were stroking.
Under the oil Zhao Chenyu had deliberately applied and Aunt Ouyang's stroking, his cock had long since grown rock-hard, the head tilting upward proudly, a purplish-red hue glistening with a crystalline sheen, like a monster emerging from a pale, tender cave. "Auntie, how's my cock?" Zhao Chenyu asked with a wicked grin, his hands kneading Aunt Ouyang's pale, tender breasts until they flushed red.
"Mmm... you little rascal, wicked servant, how did you... ah! So hot..." Aunt Ouyang's eyes narrowed slightly, her delicate hands moving mechanically as if unconscious, stroking Zhao Chenyu's thick cock. She murmured and gasped softly, looking as if she were on the verge of climax.
"Auntie, does it feel good?" Zhao Chenyu tugged at Aunt Ouyang's nipple, asking with a wicked smile.
"Ah—be gentle, you wicked servant! Ah!" Aunt Ouyang shuddered once more.
"Hehe, let me feel whether Auntie Ouyang is enjoying this..." Zhao Chenyu gave Aunt Ouyang's breast a firm squeeze, then moved his hands behind her, kneading the base of her thighs.
"Mmm!" Stimulated, Aunt Ouyang's legs jerked upward, only to be soothed by Zhao Chenyu's hands and slowly lowered back onto the bed, spreading wide wantonly.
Zhao Chenyu shifted slightly to the side, one hand returning to knead Aunt Ouyang's breast while the other, resting at the base of her thigh, quietly brushed over her pubic hair and slowly moved downward...
"Mmm! Ah!" Aunt Ouyang's eyes widened, her thighs clamping tightly, trapping Zhao Chenyu's hand between her legs.
"You little scoundrel! You! Ah—" Aunt Ouyang's words were once again cut off by her own startled cry, for I saw Zhao Chenyu's arm flexing, his large hand reaching toward Aunt Ouyang's private area, his middle finger already disappearing into the opening.
"Auntie, you're so wet. I noticed it earlier when I was massaging your buttocks, but I never expected it to be this much, hehe." Zhao Chenyu smirked mischievously.
"You wicked scoundrel! I just told you not to be disrespectful... Ah! Your... you're just... ugh..." Aunt Ouyang, feeling the invasion of her private area, quickly reached out to reprimand Zhao Chenyu. But Zhao Chenyu seized the moment, his middle finger rapidly thrusting into Aunt Ouyang's honeyed passage. The sudden, intense stimulation instantly drained her strength, and the hand that was meant to strike Zhao Chenyu could only cover her own eyes, as if by not seeing, nothing had happened.
Yet, with her vision blocked, her other senses grew more acute. Zhao Chenyu seized this opportunity, his middle finger vigorously probing Aunt Ouyang's honeyed passage, while his index and ring fingers rubbed up and down the sides of her labia. His palm pressed against Aunt Ouyang's mound, grinding against her sensitive clitoris.
"Ugh... ah... Xiao Yu, hurry... ah... stop!" Aunt Ouyang moaned loudly, her upper body struggling to sit up, but pinned down by Zhao Chenyu, she could only tremble and writhe stiffly. Meanwhile, her lower body, under the defiling play of Zhao Chenyu's large hand, saw her jade-like legs constantly spreading, closing, kicking wildly, and twisting from side to side. Yet no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free from Zhao Chenyu's control. All her strength poured into that sensitive flesh, clenching and contracting tightly, trying to expel the unwelcome intruder. But this only intensified the stimulation to her honeyed passage, swelling her body with desire, the tide of arousal rising until it reached its peak.
"Squelch, squelch, squelch..." An endless stream of wet sounds emanated from Aunt Ouyang's honeyed passage. The newly laid blue bedsheet now bore a pool of dampness.
"Mmm... ah... Xiao Yu! You little rascal, stop... mmm... I can't take it anymore... ah!" After a high-pitched moan, Aunt Ouyang arched her head back, her upper body suspended in the air, her legs tightly clamping around Zhao Chenyu's arm. Her entire body began to convulse irregularly.
Aunt Ouyang... had climaxed... under Zhao Chenyu's fingers, she had climaxed...
I stared blankly at this scene, my heart a tumult of mixed emotions.
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