The Strongest Master Venturing Urban-Chapter 690: I Want It Right Now, What Should I Do?

Chen Bin's voice was like a devil's whisper, tempting Zhao Xinmei to step into the abyss.

At the same time, his broad right hand slowly slid down from Zhao Xinmei's huge breasts to her secret valley.

He teased her gently through her panties, making Zhao Xinmei start to pant uncontrollably.

"No, I can't, I'm really nervous. Xiao Bin, stop it, I need to use the bathroom."

Zhao Xinmei struggled weakly, her eyes darting toward the front door.

In this tense atmosphere, she actually felt a sudden urge to pee.

"Mom, don't be scared. Traffic in the Imperial Capital is famous for its jams, Ma Juan won't be back so soon, so let's hurry up and get started."

While Chen Bin was still seducing Zhao Xinmei, he'd already unzipped his pants, letting his burning dragon loose.

When that dragon rubbed against her jade ass through her panties, Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but moan softly in discomfort.

"Mmm~ Xiao Bin, are you sure we won't get caught doing this?"

"Of course we won't! My good godmother, your boy downstairs is so hard right now, help me out, please."

Chen Bin pressed Zhao Xinmei down onto the counter, his dragon moving in and out between her curvy white legs.

"Then... alright."

Zhao Xinmei hadn't done it in so long. With Chen Bin grinding against her, the stream in her hidden valley started flowing, soon soaking her panties through.

Once he got the answer he wanted, Chen Bin just yanked Zhao Xinmei's panties down. Rubbing his dragon a few times at her wet valley's entrance, he started to push in, slow and steady.

But right then, the sound of the password lock unlocking suddenly came from outside the front door.

Both of them jumped in shock. Chen Bin hurriedly pulled his dragon out and fixed his pants in a rush.

Zhao Xinmei was so startled her face went pale as a sheet, and she quickly yanked her panties back up.

After Chen Bin left the kitchen, Zhao Nianbing ran over straight into his arms.

"Big brother, you finally came over. I missed you so much!"

Looking at Zhao Nianbing's tearful eyes, Chen Bin couldn't help but ruffle her hair.

"You little thing, you've grown so tall. I missed you too."

Chen Bin had told plenty of lies in his life, but this one couldn't have been truer.

After all, Zhao Nianbing was Zhao Xinmei's child, and out of all his kids, she was the one closest to him.

"I wrote a new piece today. Come on, let's go play piano!"

As she talked, Zhao Nianbing grabbed Chen Bin's hand and pulled him toward her room.

Her room was decorated mainly in pink, totally matching a teenage girl's style.

After she got Chen Bin settled next to her, Zhao Nianbing stretched out her slender white fingers and started playing freely on the piano.

Chen Bin had watched Wen Wan and Ni Baige play piano before, but honestly, he was never interested in piano at all.

Not wanting to break Zhao Nianbing's mood, he sat silently by her side.

It wasn't long before he realized Ma Juan had come over to stand next to them.

She didn't say anything, but the look she gave Chen Bin was full of flirtatious heat.

Seeing that wanton energy deep in her eyes, Chen Bin knew tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

After about half an hour, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"Xiao Bin, Xiao Juan, Nianbing, dinner's ready! All of you come out!"

"Okay, I'm coming right now!"

Chen Bin stood up right away, ready to head out.

But Zhao Nianbing grabbed his arm, "Big brother, don't go yet, let me finish this piece."

Chen Bin glanced at Ma Juan beside him and replied,

"Nianbing, Mom is cooking all by herself, it must be tiring. I should go help her bring the dishes out. Let your sister-in-law listen to the rest of your playing."

"Well... okay."

Zhao Nianbing was mostly just afraid of Zhao Xinmei being on her own, so she was happy enough to have Ma Juan stay with her.

When he stood up, Chen Bin immediately pressed Ma Juan down onto the chair.

"Dear, keep an eye on things here, let's talk tonight."

With Zhao Nianbing right there, Ma Juan felt too embarrassed to act too close with Chen Bin, so she just nodded.

"Okay, then hurry up and get to it."

When Zhao Xinmei saw Chen Bin come out of the room, her cheeks instantly flushed red again.

She said shyly, "Xiao Bin, have a seat, we're a bit pressed for time, I… I didn't cook much."

As soon as she finished, Zhao Xinmei instinctively pressed her thighs together and slipped back into the kitchen.

Honestly, she and Chen Bin had long gotten used to doing those sorts of things.

But at Ma Juan's house, Zhao Xinmei always felt terribly embarrassed.

The breeze slipped under her skirt, chilling her damp panties and making her feel even more ashamed.

"Mom, let me help you bring out the dishes."

Chen Bin walked into the kitchen with a smile, suddenly pulled Zhao Xinmei right into his arms again.

He whispered, "Mom, we barely even got started before we had to stop, my dick feels really uncomfortable now, what am I supposed to do?"

Zhao Xinmei's valley was already itching with unbearable need—now with Chen Bin asking like this, she suddenly grew flustered and helpless.

"You… you could have Xiao Juan help you with that, she's going to be your wife anyway."

"But right now I just wanna see your pussy—is that okay?"

"No way, soon… ah—what are you doing?!"

Zhao Xinmei never expected Chen Bin to just push her down onto the stove.

He yanked her panties off completely.

Holding them up in front of her face, he grinned.

"Mom, you're so soaked down here—aren't you cold still wearing these?"

"What're you doing? Hurry up and give those back!"

As she spoke, Zhao Xinmei reached out to grab them, but Chen Bin dodged and kept them away.

"I'll give 'em back if you spread open down there and let me take a look."

The sound of piano playing still floated from the room; after a moment's hesitation, Zhao Xinmei gently bit her lip and, blushing furiously, lifted her skirt.

In an instant, her bare valley was exposed right before Chen Bin's eyes.

Chen Bin just intended to tease her—he never thought she'd actually go through with it.

His eyes went wide as he stared intently at Zhao Xinmei's valley.

Maybe it was her age, but the previously pink valley had darkened slightly, though the shape of her plump tiger bun pussy was still perfect, absolutely flawless.

And with that clear, glistening juice shimmering on her folds, Chen Bin's breath quickened.

His cock, which had been limp, instantly sprang back to life, raging with energy.

Clutching her skirt tightly in both fists, Zhao Xinmei whispered urgently.

"Xiao Bin, have you stared enough? Xiao Juan and Nianbing could come out any minute now."

"Gulp!"

The scene was so lewd that Chen Bin couldn't help swallowing hard.

He gazed at Zhao Xinmei's milky white, perky ass and couldn't stop himself from giving it a good slap.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound rang out—Zhao Xinmei jolted from head to toe, nearly sliding right off the stove.

Her plump pussy squeezed tight under the stimulation, sending out another trickle of wetness from inside.

Seeing his godmother so desperate, Chen Bin only grew more excited.

Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves and get to work, the piano music in Zhao Nianbing's room abruptly stopped.

Zhao Xinmei, lost in pleasure, snapped back to her senses and hurriedly hopped off the stove.

She grabbed her panties out of Chen Bin's hand in a flash.

Her eyes cleared, and a trace of nervous regret flashed across her pretty face…