Flower City's Peerless Divine Doctor

"Oh, Xiao Chen, your skills are really good!" she moaned.

"If Aunt Qing likes it, that’s great!" he responded.

Li Chen massaged with vigor, starting from the shoulders, moving to the neck, and then gliding down to her back.

His hands spread open, massaging from the spine outwards, every slide allowing his fingertips to brush against the soft fullness pressed beneath her, deformed by the pressure.

Even through a layer of a nightgown, and without a bra, the sensation was incredibly delightful.

This was his girlfriend’s stepmother.

And here he was, stroking her body.

The intense thrill filled him with an ever-growing longing.

"Xiao Chen, right there, you’re doing it so well, press harder, yes, that’s right!"

Jiang Qing’s responses grew louder, her pretty mouth continued to release satisfied moans.

Her breasts were her most sensitive spots, and Li Chen’s palms, with every outward push, inadvertently grazed the fullness on each side.

Moreover, those few fingers were quite naughty, kneading them a few times with each accidental touch.

This sent electric shocks through her.

Her body, lying prostrate on the bed, quivered; her hands clutched the sheets tightly, biting her lip to keep her moans from growing louder.

"Ah! Mmm!"

The suppressed, deep sounds stirred Li Chen even more.

He could feel Aunt Qing was enjoying herself but also holding back, which wasn’t good.

Soon after, his hands continued downward, caressing the plump and fertile beauty of her buttocks.

So large, so soft.

Not as perky as his sister-in-law’s, but richer and more bountiful.

"Ah!"

Jiang Qing let out a sharp squeal.

Seemingly startled by something, her voice quickly dropped, her face buried in the bed, yet she didn’t halt him.

Li Chen knew she must have been lonely for too long.

A woman in her mid-thirties, ripe with desire, at a time when her need was strongest, yet her husband was unable to satisfy her, a feeling only someone who had experienced it could truly understand.

Li Chen suddenly felt pity; such a beautiful woman as Aunt Qing, why should she suffer like this?

He wanted to help her, to make her a woman fulfilled in pleasure.

Under the influence of this crazy notion, his massaging hands slipped, pushing beneath her nightgown and exploring between her thighs.

Just as he suspected, Aunt Qing was already overflowing there.

"Xiao Chen, don’t... don’t touch there..." Jiang Qing’s voice trembled.

"Aunt Qing, don’t be nervous, relax. I’m giving you a massage, here too are pressure points that stimulate bodily functions and are greatly beneficial for women," said Li Chen, his movements not stopping for a moment.

Because he didn’t detect any annoyance in Jiang Qing’s voice, only nervousness and boundless shyness.

"You... you’re not fooling me..."

"You’ve been so kind to me, Aunt Qing, how could I deceive you? Don’t believe me? Let me show you."

Proficient in Chinese medicine, he knew exactly where the body was most sensitive.

The hand that had reached her private spot found a point and gently pressed a few times.

"Ah! That feels so good!"

Jiang Qing continuously cried out.

Her legs, which had been closed, now parted slightly to make it easier for Li Chen to continue.

But Li Chen only pressed a few times and then stopped.

This made Jiang Qing anxious, she hadn’t felt such intense stimulation in a long while.

"Xiao Chen, why did you stop? Keep going! Hurry up and press!" she urged.

She turned her head, her face flushed with arousal and unspoken desire.

She also gently wriggled her body, spreading her legs even wider.

Her proactive, pleading demeanor nearly made Li Chen’s nose bleed.

"Aunt Qing, I have massaged enough on the back. Turn over and take off your clothes for a better massage!" he suggested.

"Ah? Okay... alright!"

She craved that feeling too much.

She had no thoughts of resisting Li Chen at the moment, hesitated briefly, then slid the straps off her shoulders and let her nightgown fall away.

Two large mounds of tender whiteness bounced free.

Enormous, blindingly white, and plump.

Li Chen’s heart pounded wildly at the sight before him, captivated and aflame with desire.

Just as he had imagined, they were larger than his sister-in-law’s.

Their size was at least a D cup.

Free from the constraints of the nightgown, the plump mounds spilled outwards like water bags, proving their natural perfection.

At this moment, he could hold back no longer.

His hands reached straight for that creamy whiteness, grabbing them.

"Ah... don’t... "

Jiang Qing, lying down, suddenly arched her back, trembling ceaselessly and writhing violently, her mouth emitting seductive cries.

However, as Li Chen continued to knead, the twin mounds of tender whiteness changing shape in his hands, Jiang Qing’s feeble resistance vanished completely.

"Ah! I feel so good! I’m so comfortable!" she exclaimed.

No longer stifling herself, her mouth kept uttering enticing moans, captivating and inviting.

But soon, she remembered her daughter-in-law’s room was just across from hers, and she bit her red lips to silence herself.

Yet the stimulation from her body was too pleasurable, and she couldn’t help but cover her mouth with her hands, her face flushed red enough to drip water.

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