Milfs: Dual Cultivation

Jin's mother named Xiao Feng, is a mature woman who had also booked the night with Xian Tian.

Many years ago her husband mysteriously vanished and she has been lonely since then, since she was a senior librarian she possessed connection with elders.

Knowing Xian Tian could fuck- ahem* Ahem* knowing, Xian Tian could dual cultivate with any woman how could she stop herself?

Obviously, it was only for Dual Cultivation and not personal sexual satisfaction.

'Ahh! I have spent the hard earn money of my son... Hope he won't get mad at me,' She thought to herself as it was the spirit stone granted to her by him.

She felt little guilty to use her own spirit stone to book a night with a man... But it is what it is.

She is a lonely woman with hungry pussy.

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Looking at her, a famous poet from future once said...

As I laid eyes on Xiao Feng, my breath caught in my throat. Her voluptuous figure commanded my full attention, curves in all the right places. Those thicc thighs, barely contained by her tight shorts, begged to be caressed. Her generous bust strained against the thin fabric of her top, the lush mounds threatening to spill out at any moment.

Xiao Feng's plump, heart-shaped ass swayed hypnotically with each step, drawing my gaze like a moth to a flame. I ached to sink my fingers into that sumptuous flesh, to knead and squeeze until she cried out in pleasure. Her long, shapely legs seemed to stretch on forever, smooth and toned, promising endless delights only to reach her lotus gentle feet.

As she turned to face me, I was struck by the sheer allure of her face - sultry eyes, full lips painted a tantalizing shade of red. There was a wicked glint in her gaze, a promise of untold sin and debauchery. I found myself captivated, unable to look away from her sensual beauty.

Xiao Feng exuded an aura of raw, unbridled sexuality that made my body throb with want. Every inch of her seemed designed to drive a man wild with lust.

I imagined running my hands over her luscious curves, eliciting shudders of pleasure from her perfect form. The mere thought of burying my face between her thighs had my pulse racing.

Yet there was an undeniable elegance to Xiao Feng's voluptuousness, a refined sensuality that made her all the more alluring. She carried herself with a confident, almost regal bearing that only heightened her sex appeal.

I yearned to worship every inch of her, to lose myself in the intoxicating pleasures of her body.

The mere thought of tasting her sweet, honeyed flesh had my mouth watering with anticipation.

As Xiao Feng drew closer, the subtle scent of her perfume wafted to my nostrils, igniting a fire within me. I imagined burying my face in the soft valley between her breasts, inhaling deeply of her alluring aroma.

My fingers ached to trace the tantalizing curves of her hips, to feel the supple give of her sumptuous flesh.

When she fixed me with that smoldering gaze, I was utterly captivated.

There was a wicked promise in those dark eyes, a silent invitation to indulge in the most decadent of sins. I wanted nothing more than to pull her close, to crush my lips to hers in a bruising kiss that would leave us both breathless and aching for more.

Xiao Feng's every movement was sheer temptation incarnate - the subtle sway of her hips, the tantalizing glimpse of her toned midriff, the effortless grace with which she carried herself.

It was all I could do to resist the urge to reach out and trace the tantalizing curves of her body with reverent hands.

I yearned to feel the weight of her generous breasts in my palms, to tease and caress the sensitive peaks until she was writhing in ecstasy. The thought of burying myself within her velvet heat, of being enveloped by her silken depths, had me positively aching with need.

Xiao Feng was sin personified, a goddess of carnal delights. I wanted to worship at the altar of her body, to lose myself in the primal pleasures she promised. Every fiber of my being ached to feel the supple warmth of her flesh against mine, to explore the lush curves that drove me to the brink of madness.

As she drew ever closer, I could practically feel the heat radiating from her voluptuous form. I imagined pressing my lips to the delicate column of her neck, trailing featherlight kisses down to the enticing swell of her breasts. The thought of capturing those plump, inviting lips in a searing kiss had me positively reeling with desire.

When she stood before me, so close I could smell the alluring floral notes of her perfume, I had to fight the urge to reach out and trace the tempting outline of her body. I longed to run my hands over every lush inch of her, to commit the exquisite details of her figure to memory.

The way her shorts hugged the generous curve of her hips, the enticing glimpse of her toned midriff - it was enough to drive a man to the brink of madness. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the sinful swell of her breasts, straining against the thin fabric of her top. I ached to free them from their confines, to lavish them with the worship they deserved.

Xiao Feng's full, pouty lips parted in a coy smile, and I was utterly spellbound. The wicked promise in her gaze had my heart racing, my body throbbing with primal need. I wanted nothing more than to claim those luscious lips, to drink in her moans of ectascy.

This is it... This woman is what I want to breed.

I couldn't be thankful for Lady Xing... This is best gift.

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( any guesses on who this this future poet is? )

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'I hope my turns come early... Ahhh! Nnnghh! I can feel myself being wet with the thought of; young man breaking my mind,' — Xiao Feng, mother of Jin.