My Lustful Aunt | [0174] My Most Beloved Darling

"Auntie, does it feel good?" Ye Fan gently massaged Sikong Yanran, his right hand already slipping inside her collar, grasping her nipple through her bra.

Sikong Yanran let out a soft moan, but didn't stop him, letting his devilish hands roam freely over her body. Instead, as Ye Fan carefully caressed her, her body temperature gradually rose. She could

n't help but look up at Ye Fan and glare at him playfully, saying, "You little rascal, are you giving your aunt a massage or taking advantage of her?" Ye Fan, without batting an eye, chuckled, "I learned this massage technique online. It's said to promote blood circulation, making the skin smoother and softer, like a baby's. Oh, and it also has breast-enhancing effects..."

Si Kong Yanran chuckled and said, "Which random website did you find this on?"

"Not a random website. Absolutely legitimate, I found it on Baidu Experience," Ye Fan said with a grin, his hands still gently stroking his aunt's breasts. Not satisfied with just through her bra, he slipped his hand inside.

Feeling the smooth skin of Sikong Yanran, who was stunned by the thunderbolt, he continued his theory: "Auntie, do you know how a woman's breasts can naturally grow bigger?"

Sikong Yanran had already guessed Ye Fan's intentions, but she pretended not to know and asked, "How to

make them bigger?" "Like this." Ye Fan's devilish hand gently kneaded his aunt's skin.

"You little pervert." Sikong Yanran let out a comfortable moan, feigning anger. She seemed to remember something and continued, "Xiao Fan, don't easily promise others anything in the future. Today, you promised Lin Meixin, which made Auntie a little embarrassed."

"I know, Auntie. I was just thinking of doing it for your own good." Ye Fan said with a little grievance. In fact, after Lin Meixin told him about Ouyang Yingliang's plan today, he had seriously considered it. His aunt's Sikong family was only ranked last among the seven major families, and the relationship between the Ouyang family and the Sikong family was not good. So he had a little scheme to do something for his aunt.

"I don't know what power is behind you," Sikong Yanran said after a moment's thought, "but in your aunt's eyes, you'll always be that child who hasn't grown up. Do you understand? Your aunt doesn't want to see you suffer."

"Yes," Ye Fan nodded earnestly.

"Aunt..." Ye Fan gently took his aunt's hand and said softly, "There are some things I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

Sikong Yanran's long eyelashes trembled: "What?" She seemed to realize what Ye Fan was about to say. Her breathing gradually became rapid.

Ye Fan said affectionately, "I forgot."

Sikong Yanran, both amused and exasperated, suddenly pounced on Ye Fan. The two rolled around and fell onto the thick carpet. Sikong Yanran, both angry and amused, pinched Ye Fan's neck, wishing she could strangle this brat.

When their writhing bodies quieted down from the friction, the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

"I want to protect you." Ye Fan lay on the carpet, his voice low and deep. "I don't want the woman I love to be hurt or wronged. I want you to be my woman."

Sikong Yanran, straddling Ye Fan's lap, stared blankly at his face. She let him sit up. He covered her lips with his warm lips, her mind a blank.

Women always wait for a strong man. Sikong Yanran knew that after their two encounters in the throes of passion, after Ye Fan took her first time, although she had always been bound by many constraints, she understood that she was already this brat's woman.

The barrier between them had gradually broken down after the first and second nights. "Auntie" was just a title. As long as there was love, why couldn't they be together?

Sikong Yanran's hair, which had been piled up, fell loose. Two blushes rose on her charming face. Her bright eyes were slightly open, her gaze hazy. A refreshing fragrance emanated from her. As their lips and tongues intertwined in a passionate embrace...

Ye Fan's warm, large hands silently slipped inside her thin skirt. Those hands, seemingly possessed by a magical power, made Sikong Yanran completely soft and tender, her beauty captivating.

She was sitting on Ye Fan's lap, yet she felt something hard protrude. Her pretty face flushed, and the intense reaction of her soft buttocks against Ye Fan's thighs made her weak as a board, collapsing into his arms.

Her full breasts were covered by Ye Fan's hands. The warmth of his palms made the famous beauty of Linhai City, Sikong Yanran, tremble all over. An uncontrollable urge spread throughout her body, finally bursting from her throat as a breathtakingly soft moan.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise sharply. Once aroused, it was like a floodgate opened, unstoppable.

Pandora's box had been opened, and the angel of desire had silently crawled out.

With gentle caresses, slow twists, and repeated flicks, Ye Fan's technique, honed through countless hours of study and practice, was incredibly skillful. Sikong Yanran's delicate body trembled more and more violently, becoming increasingly soft and hot, as his hands roamed over her. Those curves, so alluring they made one's blood boil, twisted and rubbed against each other in Ye Fan's arms, exuding a thousand kinds of charm.

In their tumbling, their clothes were quickly tossed aside. One strong, one graceful, their naked bodies intertwined. Sikong Yanran's snow-white breasts, cherry-red and prominent, her plump buttocks, her moist valley—on the sand and carpet, she was laid in various positions, being wantonly conquered by Ye Fan.

Amidst the crashing sounds like surging waves, moans filled the air, sometimes as sharp as startled birds, sometimes as gentle as a babbling brook, sometimes as rapid as a complex pipa melody, sometimes as slow as a gentle song. Each sound was like a lament, a plaintive cry. Ye Fan's fighting spirit only grew stronger.

Finally, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped. The sofa, the carpet, the bed, the bathroom—everywhere was a mess. Ye Fan, with his exceptional physique, was still somewhat unsatisfied, while Sikong Yanran was so weak she couldn't even lift a finger. She lay buried against Ye Fan's firm chest, her starry eyes closed, breathing heavily and moaning softly.

"Auntie, you'll always be my woman. I'll protect you, I won't let you get hurt," Ye Fan whispered in her ear, holding her close.

Sikong Yanran hugged Ye Fan tightly. This moment was so beautiful. Sikong Yanran listened quietly to Ye Fan's strong heartbeat, feeling that in this world, Ye Fan's arms and chest were her most peaceful haven. Here, there was peace, safety, and love.

And she was this man's aunt. After breaking through societal norms, deep in her heart, she finally accepted Ye Fan's existence.

This was her man, the man she wanted to protect. But this man also wanted to protect her, to cherish her as the most precious treasure in the world.

Some things, once spoken, are no longer bound by constraints. Some things, once done, are free from worldly interference…

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