After saving milfs, they all want to own me

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He Yanrong placed Li Zhiyan’s hand on her thigh and slowly closed her eyes.

"Aunt, your legs are just too beautiful."

After kissing He Yanrong’s gorgeous legs again, Li Zhiyan felt that Aunt Rong’s entire being smelled intoxicatingly sweet.

"From now on, Aunt’s legs are yours."

"They belong only to you."

"Aunt herself also belongs to you."

As she leaned so close to Li Zhiyan, He Yanrong allowed her emotions to completely overwhelm her, succumbing fully to the flush of romantic passion.

"Baby, from now on, Aunt is yours."

Stepping forward to hold Li Zhiyan, He Yanrong kissed him deeply again.

After a while, Li Zhiyan began planting kisses all over He Yanrong’s face.

"Baby, Aunt loves you."

"You have to stay by Aunt’s side forever."

In that moment, He Yanrong’s possessiveness surged uncontrollably.

"Baby, should Aunt wear stockings for you?"

A little while later, He Yanrong seemed to realize something. She thought Li Zhiyan must really like seeing her in black stockings, and as his girlfriend, it was her duty to wear them for him.

"Hmm, Aunt Rong, I like stockings—especially black ones."

This made He Yanrong feel somewhat relieved. She didn’t have much confidence in outshining Shen Hongmei, but now it seemed her black stockings might be a definite advantage!

If Shen Hongmei were to wear black stockings too, things would truly become unpredictable.

She made her way to the massage bed near the bathroom door and retrieved two over-the-knee black stockings from a pile of clothes.

Still clad in her nightdress, He Yanrong returned to Li Zhiyan’s side and sat down.

"Baby, do you like these black stockings?"

"Or would you prefer longer ones?"

"Aunt Rong, I think these are perfect. I like all stockings."

"Alright, then Aunt will switch them up for you to enjoy."

"Every day, I’ll wear them just for you, baby."

Before finishing her sentence, He Yanrong, unable to control her emotions, kissed Li Zhiyan again.

Li Zhiyan, at this moment, realized that Aunt Rong seemed overly sentimental.

Sometimes, her excessive enthusiasm for him felt like an emotional surge that overtook her instantly.

Deep down inside, he felt a faint sense of worry—but he was also completely and utterly smitten with He Yanrong.

After a long while, He Yanrong finally sat back down.

"Baby, are you hungry?"

"No, Aunt Rong, I’ll eat later."

"Alright then, baby."

"Baby, help Aunt put on the stockings."

As she was about to put them on herself, He Yanrong suddenly had a thought and handed the task over to Li Zhiyan.

Since he was so fond of stockings, letting him help her put them on might be even better.

Looking at Aunt Rong’s full and shapely, snow-white legs, Li Zhiyan gently picked up one of the stockings.

He cradled Aunt Rong’s delicate foot in his arms.

Then slid her five toes into the black stocking.

"Aunt Rong, did I put it on the right way?"

"You did, don’t worry, baby."

"Now just slowly pull the stocking up."

He Yanrong straightened her leg to make it easier for Li Zhiyan to help her put the stockings on.

Li Zhiyan carefully pulled the stocking up her leg inch by inch.

Soon, one long, perfectly adorned black-stockinged leg came into view, contrasting strikingly with the other untreated snowy-white leg. It was a feast for the eyes.

"Is it beautiful?"

He Yanrong asked gently.

"It’s beautiful, Aunt Rong. You’re stunning beyond words."

"Then help Aunt put on the other stocking."

Li Zhiyan picked up the other delicate foot and slid the next black stocking on.

Once again, He Yanrong stretched out her leg.

Soon, two perfectly adorned black-stockinged legs appeared in Li Zhiyan’s sight.

"Baby, do you like them?"

"I love them."

Looking at Aunt Rong’s flushed, radiant face, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

He Yanrong slowly lay down, closed her eyes, and pulled Li Zhiyan toward her.

"Baby, kiss me..."

Pressing against He Yanrong, Li Zhiyan gazed into her stunningly beautiful face and couldn’t hold himself back any longer—he kissed her deeply.

...

At 11 PM, He Yanrong led Li Zhiyan to the door of her bedroom.

Having changed into her clothes, her face was awash with blissful redness.

"Baby, hurry home. Message Aunt when you get there."

"Aunt just needs to know you’re safe."

"Don’t let Aunt Lai get jealous tomorrow."

"Alright, Aunt Rong, I’ll leave now."

Truthfully, Li Zhiyan really wanted to stay with Aunt Rong for the night.

But avoiding Aunt Lai’s jealousy seemed the better choice.

"Alright, Aunt, I’ll head out now."

After saying goodbye, Li Zhiyan turned to leave.

Just then, He Yanrong called out to him.

"Wait."

"Baby."

"What’s wrong, Aunt?"

He Yanrong held him tightly.

"Baby, I can’t bear to let you go. Kiss Aunt for a little while longer."

Saying this, she kissed Li Zhiyan once again—by now he’d lost track of how many times Aunt Rong had kissed him today.

"Baby, are you hungry..."

A little while later, He Yanrong muddledly asked again.