"Honey, I don't want you to blame yourself, really, I'm very comfortable and very happy," Aunt Qing stood up, straddled Tang Feng's body, cupped his face with both hands, and spoke with deep affection.
Tang Feng bowed his head.
He paid no mind to Aunt Qing's little mouth, which had just finished cleaning his shaft, still smeared with the liquids of their lovemaking, and kissed her deeply.
A tender, lingering wet kiss.
The two savored the post-passion tenderness.
The afterglow of the climax still resonated within their hearts.
Tang Feng scooped Aunt Qing up in a bridal carry and walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
Warm water cascaded down.
It washed away the weariness of their bodies, rinsing off the sweat that coated them.
Their naked bodies entwined intimately.
Clinging to each other as if glued.
From the bathroom to the bed, they didn't separate for even a moment.
Aunt Qing shifted her body to nestle more fully into Tang Feng's embrace.
Sunlight.