Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 44: Stepmom, You’re So Tight
Hearing Zhu Yan’s whisper, as melodious as heavenly music, Sun Zhe’s breath quickened.
"Stepmom, actually I... I’ve been thinking about this for a long time!"
With a bashful look, Zhu Yan said softly, "Every time you sat behind me on the way to work, pressing against me, I knew exactly what you were thinking."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe smiled awkwardly, momentarily at a loss for words.
Zhu Yan suddenly grabbed his shoulders, her voice carrying the irresistible authority of a housewife. "Carry your stepmom to the bath."
Without a second word, Sun Zhe swept her fragrant, supple body into his arms and strode toward the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the two kissed passionately, their lips making wet sounds as their hands roamed freely over each other. As the flames of desire burned through them, everything else was cast from their minds.
In the middle of their kiss, an impatient Sun Zhe suddenly pushed Zhu Yan back and reached for the buttons on her knit top. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing a white camisole underneath and releasing a sweet, milky fragrance into the air.
Sun Zhe couldn’t be bothered to undress her any further. He eagerly grabbed the camisole, bunching it up with her bra and yanking it upward, causing her two snow-white breasts to bounce free.
"Stepmom..."
Gazing at the beautiful sight, Sun Zhe felt his throat go dry. He lunged into her embrace, his mouth closing over one pink cherry as his hand frantically kneaded the soft flesh of the other.
With both of her breasts under assault, Zhu Yan felt her strength drain away. Her body leaned back slightly as she held Sun Zhe’s head, her fragrant lips parting to exhale a sweet-scented breath. The numbing, wet heat spreading from the tip of her breast was like an electric current, instantly igniting the deepest, most wanton parts of her nature. Deep within that lush garden, a spring began to trickle.
A few minutes later, Sun Zhe released his hold and slowly knelt, his lips trailing kisses down the smooth, white skin of her abdomen. Finally, his tongue reached her navel. His tongue traced her navel through the sheer fabric of her pantyhose, lapping at the clean, cute little indentation.
Waves of tingling sent shivers through Zhu Yan, causing her body to writhe like a seductive serpent and making her feel a little embarrassed. "Ah Zhe, don’t do that."
She had wanted to show Sun Zhe her passion, but she hadn’t expected him to be even more passionate than her.
Suddenly, her waistband loosened. The elegant skirt slipped down her silk-clad legs, pooling sensuously around her feet. At the same time, her long, beautiful legs, encased in sheer pantyhose, and the graceful curves of her waist and hips were perfectly displayed before Sun Zhe.
His hands resting on her round hips, Sun Zhe looked up at her before continuing his kisses downward, ultimately reaching the verdant garden below.
At this, Zhu Yan realized what he was about to do. Her body trembled as she said, flustered, "Ah Zhe, no, it’s dirty down there."
Sun Zhe laughed. "Stepmom, we don’t need to worry about things like that."
His words were sweet and warm to her heart. She reached out to gently caress his face and asked softly, "You... you really don’t mind?"
Sun Zhe answered with his actions. He suddenly hooked her silk-clad leg with his shoulder, forcing her smooth limb to rest there. Balancing on one foot, she lost her balance and fell back against the wall.
Immediately, she felt a cool rush of air on her lower body. Sun Zhe had pulled down her pantyhose, taking her sexy lace panties with them.
Crouching on the floor, Sun Zhe gazed at the alluring thicket before him, inhaling the intoxicatingly sweet-and-sour scent before leaning in.
In truth, this is my first time tasting the ocean’s bounty. He had never tasted the bounty of Ye Qiao, Li Zhishan, or Gu Lingxue. Zhu Yan was frightened tonight, so I want to do my absolute best to comfort her, to clear away the shadows in her heart.
"Ah Zhe, don’t..."
Feeling his wet, warm tongue part the moist butterfly wings and push forcefully into the pink entrance, Zhu Yan felt as if she’d been electrocuted. Her entire body went limp and weak, and her embarrassment intensified. But while her mouth said no, her body was honest. Her hands clamped onto Sun Zhe’s head, her fingers tangling in his hair as if she were terrified he would leave her.
The exquisitely torturous pleasure made the toes of her stockinged feet curl and grip the floor, her mind lost in a decadent dream. This was, in fact, the first time she had ever experienced being eaten out.
A few minutes later, Zhu Yan’s hips and waist began to spasm. Beads of pearlescent fluid trickled down her snow-white thighs, soaking the pantyhose bunched around her ankles.
Sun Zhe stood up and wiped his mouth, about to rinse it out, but Zhu Yan grabbed his face and kissed him with dominating passion.
After their exchange of saliva, Zhu Yan bent, lifted a leg, and peeled off her pantyhose. She then squatted down and tugged at Sun Zhe’s waistband. His great, burning dragon sprang free, slapping against her delicate face.
The raw, masculine musk intoxicated her.
She looked up, her eyes full of desire, and cooed, "You bullied your stepmom. Now it’s Stepmom’s turn to bully you."
Hearing her call herself ’Stepmom’ again and again sent an inexplicable thrill through Sun Zhe—the thrill of casting aside all shame, the thrill of the taboo.
But then he remembered he had spent the whole day "cultivating" with Li Zhishan and hadn’t washed himself yet. He probably had a strong odor.
"Stepmom, maybe we should wash up first," he suggested.
Zhu Yan ignored him. She opened her lovely mouth to engulf the large, blunt head, her hands gripping his buttocks as she slowly leaned forward, taking him deeper and deeper until the head of his shaft pressed against her delicate throat.
The tight, wet heat enveloping him was so intense it almost made Sun Zhe pass out from pleasure. I really hadn’t expected Stepmom to deep-throat me right away!
...
In just four or five minutes, Sun Zhe surrendered his arms.
"Stepmom, where did you learn such incredible skill with your mouth? That was amazing."
Zhu Yan’s lips remained tightly sealed. She stood up and gave Sun Zhe an affectionate yet reproachful glance, wiping the residue from her mouth. Then, to his utter astonishment, she swallowed.
"Stepmom, you..."
Sun Zhe was in disbelief.
Zhu Yan wiped her mouth again and said charmingly, "Let’s bathe first. Later, Stepmom will deal with you properly."
...
They spent the next half hour in the bathroom, caressing and exploring each other’s bodies as they bathed.
Sun Zhe carried the naked Zhu Yan directly into the bedroom, tossing her onto the large bed before launching himself on top of her.
Zhu Yan wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes hazy with desire. "Ah Zhe, forget everything tonight. Just make passionate love to your stepmom, okay?"
"Mm," Sun Zhe nodded gently, placing a soft kiss on her fragrant lips.
Zhu Yan returned his kiss tenderly, then twisted her body to sit up. "Let Stepmom be on top this time, so we don’t have the same problem as last time."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe obediently lay back, watching quietly as Zhu Yan lifted her rosy hips and straddled him. A few soft, mischievous strands of hair brushed against his abs, sending an exceptionally tingly sensation through him.
"Stepmom, why are you so tight?"
