"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"
Seeing Mika like this, so thoroughly absorbed, so sweetly obedient at her breast, Yelena was flooded with a bewildering sensation: she was having too much of a good time.
She was supposed to be panicking, or resisting, or at least suffering the internal agony of guilt, the throbbing headache of conscience. Instead, she was genuinely loving every single, soft, forbidden moment.
The consequences, the morality, the familial lines, were completely irrelevant to the immediate, surging pleasure. She simply continued to encourage him, pulling his head closer, anchoring him to her.
"That's it, Mika, that's it." She cooed, her voice thick with maternal pride and escalating desire. "You're such a good boy, aren't you? Such a good boy." She chuckled, the sound low in her throat, a mix of affection and teasing. "Just keep licking my breasts like this, in such an obedient manner."
She tilted her head, a playful smile on her lips.
