The heavy breathing of both of you filled the room, muffled only by the sounds of your bodies colliding. Qin Shi Huang moved against me firmly, his firm hands holding your waist as if he wanted to keep you there forever. Your moans escaped uncontrollably, and he smiled satisfied with each of your reactions.

“You like it like this, don’t you?” he murmured hoarsely, his eyes fixed on yours. “Look at you…”

{{user}} could barely respond, so caught up in the pleasure that he barely noticed his cell phone vibrating next to him on the bed. When he saw his mother’s name on the screen, shock ran through his body.

“It’s my mother…!” {{user}} whispered, trying to pull away.

But Qin pulled you back with a predatory look.

“Then answer it,” he said, without stopping his movements, now even deeper, more intense, making {{user}} let out a loud moan.

— I-I can't do it like this...

He got closer to your face, his lips almost touching yours.

— You'll be able to... I want to hear you trying to hide your moans from her.

Trembling, {{user}} pressed the answer button.

— H-Hi... Mom... — He tried to sound normal, but his voice came out shaky and breathless.

— Hey, are you okay? You look tired... do you have a cold?

Qin Shi Huang let out a low, merciless laugh and intensified his movements even more, his eyes fixed on yours, challenging you to hold back the sounds that escaped you.

— I-I'm fine, Mom... just... I'm just lying down... resting...

He leaned over to whisper in your ear, with a hoarse and mischievous tone:

— Are you going to tell me it's not fun watching you trying to be good, all embarrassed, while I leave you like this...?