"Mom, look at how nervous you are. I am not the type to make trouble for myself."
Lily giggled and said, "I know it myself. Comparing in any aspect, I am not a match for Hubby."
"Lily, you..."
Eloise was somewhat horrified to hear this.
"Mom, keep pressing..."
Lily urged coquettishly, and Eloise continued kneading.
Lily, lost in passion and confusion, took her husband's finger into her mouth, licking and sucking at it as if performing oral sex, moaning indistinctly, "What flavor is this..."
At her question, Ruth's face went completely red. She shot Luis a fierce glare, yet guiltily did not say a word, and could only pretend to be calm as she continued the breast massage.
In less than three minutes, Lily let out a cry that sounded almost like weeping, "It is coming, it is coming..."
"Hubby, put your tongue in a little deeper..."
"Hubby... pinch my clit..."
"Mom, rub it harder... Mom, I am begging you, rub my nipple."
