But her tongue moved anyway. Sliding along the underside of his cockhead where it was most sensitive. Tasting the slit where pre-cum leaked constantly. Exploring the ridge around the head.
And gods help her—
Her pussy was gushing.
She could feel moisture running down her inner thighs, soaking her torn panties, and she hated herself for it even as her tongue worked more enthusiastically.
'I'm—I'm ENJOYING this—oh gods what's wrong with me—?!'
Meanwhile—
Cang's free hand, the one not holding Yue against him, moved down.
Sliding over the daughter's flat stomach. Over her hips. Finding the waistband of her tight pants—
"No—" Yue gasped, trying to grab his wrist. "Don't—not there—"
But he was stronger, and his hand slipped beneath the fabric, beneath her undergarments, fingers finding her pussy—
"Aahhh~!!"
Wet.
Soaked, actually. Her virgin pussy was absolutely drenched, outer lips swollen and slick, and when his fingers slid between them—
"HNNNGH~!!"
