Chapter 27 Two big white buns

If she can't do things like that between adults, will she let herself do something fun, such as touching?

Yang Xiaofeng's body and face are beautiful, and they are very charming. Beauty is attractive to everyone. What's more, Mo Xiaomu is almost at the age of beginning to fall in love. When he looked at her breasts, didn't he realize that the feeling was obviously different from looking at her mother's breasts?

What is that feeling?

He didn't know very well, he just felt that something was that, and what exactly was this and that?

It was still very hazy, and I felt that something was surging in my body that wanted to move. The surging power was not very big, but like the water in a stream, it felt a little comfortable wherever it flowed. I also had a desire to touch Yang Xiaofeng, not through the towel, but directly touched with my hands.

What I really want to touch is the two white buns on her chest, and of course there are other places, such as the butt

Yang Xiaofeng's butt is pink and white, and that's very tempting.

Besides, where else?

There are many other places that make him urge to touch it

As she walked, Yang Xiaofeng didn't know what she said to him, but she didn't get into her ears.

What are you thinking about? Xiaomu?

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly stopped and asked him

No...I didn't think about anything!

Mo Xiaomu quickly denied it, but his face turned red and his heart beat violently, as if he was seen by someone, he was about to be caught, trying to escape from her.

Yang Xiaofeng turned her head to look at him. The posture was very beautiful, and Mo Xiaomu was a little stunned.

Aunt, you are so beautiful!

Mo Xiaomu quickly pleased Yang Xiaofeng, and Yang Xiaofeng looked at him and asked: Does it look good?

nice

If you look good, just watch it more. My aunt is willing to let you watch it more.

Um

Then tell me, what were you thinking just now?

Mo Xiaomu wanted to change the topic, but Yang Xiaofeng pursued him relentlessly, forcing him to escape: What are you thinking about? Little kid, it’s wrong to see your face. You can’t be thinking about something?

No, I don't!

Yang Xiaofeng giggled: No Ah?

No

No? Why is that blushing?

If you really don’t have an aunt, please don’t ask me, okay?

Yang Xiaofeng laughed even more: Hehe, there is a ghost in his heart, but there must be a ghost in his heart!

Mo Xiaomu ignored her and walked quickly to the front. Yang Xiaofeng caught up with him and grabbed him: OK, okay, can't you do it if your aunt doesn't ask you? In fact, it's okay to think about anything, you're almost the age to think about things.

I really didn't think

I don't think about it, nothing

Yang Xiaofeng no longer makes fun of him because she has already walked to her doorstep after that.

Before we reached the door, Mo Xiaomu had already smelled a strong smell of meat and couldn't help but suck his nose twice.

After arriving at home, I opened the door and entered the room. Mo Xiaomu saw a casserole simmering on the stove, and the fragrance overflowed from there.

Yang Xiaofeng asked Mo Xiaomu to sit down, then took out an oval thing from the pot, put it in the bowl, and stirred it in the pot with chopsticks. The chopsticks grabbed a big snake-like thing and put it in the bowl. The shape was a bit shocking.

Mo Xiaomu asked: Aunt, what is this?