Chapter 4
Longgen was far from satisfied. You got your fill, riding my virgin body to your heart's content, but I haven't even hit my peak yet!
'No way, I can't let my first time end so pathetically, starting strong and fizzling out. It's gotta be perfect!'
"Aunt, Aunt, come on! Little Long wants more. That felt so good! Didn't Aunt feel good too?" Longgen whined, feigning a pitiful look. "Or... Aunt, teach me. I'll be on top, so you won't get tired. Okay, please..."
Shen Lijuan groaned inwardly. Thinking it over, it made sense. His thing was bigger than two or three men's combined—his stamina was naturally high. But her lower half was in agony, red and swollen. Forget continuing; even walking felt like fire.
"Little Long, Aunt... Aunt suddenly feels unwell. How about I play with you tomorrow, okay?" She glanced at Longgen, sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face full of reluctance. In his crotch, amid a patch of dark curly hair, stood a towering pillar, proud and unyielding, like a victorious general holding its head high.
Shen Lijuan shivered. How many women would it take to satisfy that beast? Still, it felt so good—firm, thick, filling her completely. A true treasure.
"A-Aunt, I wanna play! Don't you love Little Long anymore?" Longgen squeezed out a couple of crocodile tears. If not for the monster in his pants, his foolish act would've passed for a child's.
Shen Lijuan's heart softened. He was a pitiful kid—diagnosed impotent, unable to carry on the family line, abandoned by his parents, and struck by lightning to boot, turning him into a fool. And she'd teased him, filled her own hole while leaving him hanging. That was kind of irresponsible, wasn't it?
"Little Long, don't cry, be good." Shen Lijuan coaxed softly. "Aunt's really not up for it today. Down there's no good. How about..."