"Ah...ha...deep, so deep inside Yao Yao's womb...big c0ck so deep, ah..." Her small face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Feeling the enormous object thrusting deep within her womb, she instinctively tried to pull back, but the tender flesh of her flower instinctively tightened around the iron-hard shaft, making it nearly impossible for Zong Jun to move.

"Wanton woman, relax a little." Zong Jun groaned, patting the little beauty's bvttocks. He hooked his arm around Yao Ji's jade leg, hoisting it onto his shoulder and spreading her legs wide, almost into a straight line. Only after fully exposing her wet, delicate flower did he brace his hips and begin to powerfully and rapidly thrust into the small opening.

Yao Ji moaned and gasped as the tight, tender entrance was stretched into a perfect circle by the massive c0ck, hungrily, yet with some difficulty, swallowing the rapidly pistoning, dark-red flesh. Her delicate, pink labia, battered by his pounding testicles, flushed a deep crimson, almost as if they would bleed.

Not to mention the glistening honeyed juices that welled up, only to be pushed back inside by the large member. Occasionally, some would spurt out, landing on their joined lower bodies, or trickling down Yao Ji's thighs to her rosebud, or being churned into a frothy white foam that coated her entrance in a lascivious mess.

Yao Ji's small mouth was slightly open, her moans and cries incoherent and illogical. She called out "Husband...gege..." under Zong Jun's coaxing, begging him to be gentle with her little cvnt, then crying that her little cvnt was going to be ruined by his big c0ck, calling him a wicked man. A captivating blush spread across her face, and saliva dribbled from her lips. As she moaned, her pink tongue darted out, enticing Zong Jun to lean in and capture it with his own, sucking on it fiercely until it was numb.

They were lost in their passionate embrace when they suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching from outside the bathing chamber. Xi Yin's voice called out, "Mama! Mama! I want Mama!" as he ran.

Yao Ji jolted, her little flower clenching tightly, nearly making Zong Jun ejaculate. He quickly stood, supporting Yao Ji's bvttocks and signaling for her to wrap her legs around his waist. He snatched a wide robe hanging on the screen and wrapped it tightly around them both.

By this time, Xi Yin had already lifted the curtain, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. "Mama..."

Hearing her son's tearful voice, Yao Ji's heart ached. She reached out to hug him, but a sudden tightness in her core reminded her of Zong Jun's c0ck still lodged inside her. Flustered and embarrassed, she suppressed a moan and asked, "Xi Yin, what's wrong?"

"Mama doesn't want me anymore..." Xi Yin sobbed. He had been happily splashing in the bath, left there by Zong Jun, but when he realized he was alone, he went to the inner room to find his mother, only to discover she was gone too. Young and clinging to his mother, he immediately burst into tears, inconsolable despite Hu Dun's attempts to soothe him.

Hu Dun hurried over and stood anxiously outside the bathing chamber. "Xi Yin, come out quickly." He knew his father had instructed him to take Xi Yin away so he could be alone with his mother. Now that Xi Yin had barged in, he knew he would face his father's wrath.

Xi Yin ignored him, crying and tugging at the robe around Zong Jun, wanting his mother to hold him. Zong Jun and Yao Ji tried to coax him, promising that his mother would come out soon, but Xi Yin refused to budge.

Yao Ji's face burned crimson. Her heart ached for her son, but she was acutely aware of her nakedness and her husband's continued connection to her. Xi Yin wouldn't leave, and she couldn't possibly have Zong Jun withdraw from her in front of their son.

Finally, Zong Jun relented. He sent Hu Dun away and carried Yao Ji to the low couch in the bathing chamber, allowing Xi Yin to clamber up his leg and into Yao Ji's embrace. Beneath the wide robe, their coupling remained unbroken, Zong Jun's p3nis throbbing within his wife's flower as she held their oblivious son.

Sweat beaded on Zong Jun's forehead as he fought to control himself. Although neither of them moved, Yao Ji's flower pulsed around his shaft, making him breathe heavily and clench his jaw to suppress the urge to thrust.

After crying for a while, Xi Yin began to drift off to sleep. Yao Ji softly hummed to her son, and as his eyes fluttered closed, Zong Jun shifted his hips, beginning to gently thrust. Yao Ji, torn between fear of her son discovering them and concern for Zong Jun's restraint, buried her face in Xi Yin's hair.