Zhang Yue knelt on the bed, tongue still cleaning the last traces of mixed fluids from Cang's fingers, her mind struggling to process what was about to happen.
Behind her, her mother lay in a destroyed heap—hips still raised, pussy still leaking cum in thick rivulets, eyes glazed and unfocused, tongue hanging from her mouth like she'd forgotten how to close it.
One hour of brutal fucking had reduced Madam Lin to that state.
And now it was Yue's turn.
Cang's hand slowly withdrew from her mouth, fingers trailing along her jaw almost tenderly before moving to her chest.
His palm pressed against her sternum—right between her small breasts—and he pushed.
Not hard. Just firm. Inevitable.
"Lie back," he said softly.
And Yue's body obeyed before her mind could protest, muscles responding to that commanding voice, and she fell backwards onto the bed with a soft gasp.
