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The sound of panting was particularly clear in the quiet room. The Ruan Mei in front of me no longer had her usual coldness. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, her moist eyes were misted with a thin layer of vapor, her gaze was dodging, not daring to look at me. A trace of crystal-clear silver silk still connected the corners of our mouths, trembling slightly with her hurried breathing, a sight that carried an ultimate, heart-palpitating charm.
Looking at her like this, I only felt that the blood in my whole body was accelerating. The excuse of "research" now seemed so pale and weak. I only had one thought in my heart—I wanted her, I wanted to explore this mysterious and beautiful body that was usually wrapped in an elegant cheongsam.
"Almost there..." I whispered to myself, as if to her. My hand was no longer satisfied with caressing through clothing and began to fumble clumsily yet eagerly to undo the buttons on the side of her cheongsam. Those exquisite buttons seemed particularly obstructive at this moment. Ruan Mei seemed to perceive my intention and that impatient mood; she raised her hand slightly and said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible: "...Let me."
And then, she really started to cooperate with me. She turned slightly to the side, and her slender fingers nimbly unbuttoned the buttons one by one. As she moved, the well-cut cheongsam slipped from her shoulders like shedding a cicada's wings, revealing the silk underskirt in the same color inside. Then, the underskirt... She didn't hesitate at all, nor did she cover up much, just obediently stripping away all the constraints on her body, until the last layer of thin gauze quietly slipped onto the carpet.
When her body was completely and unreservedly displayed in front of me, I almost stopped breathing. The moonlight shone gently on her body through the window, outlining perfect curves. Her skin was fair and delicate, like fine mutton-fat jade, emitting a lustrous sheen. Her figure was the epitome of classical oriental beauty fused with scientific perfection: a pair of full, heavy D-cup breasts that sat high and proud on her chest, perfectly round with a soft teardrop shape, capped by puffy, pale-pink areolas and delicate, sensitive nipples that had already stiffened into tight little peaks from arousal. Her waist was dramatically narrow, creating a breathtaking hourglass silhouette that flared out into wide, childbearing hips and a plump, heart-shaped ass with smooth, jiggly cheeks that begged to be grabbed. Her long, toned yet plush thighs framed a perfectly smooth, puffy mound adorned with a sparse patch of silky black pubic hair. The outer lips were thick and soft, flushed a gentle pink, while the inner petals peeked out slightly, glistening with her slick arousal. Her clit was small but prominent, already swollen and peeking from its hood like a tiny pearl.
This... was this really the most beautiful female body I had ever seen? It combined oriental classical elegance with the precise perfection of a life science creation. Every inch of skin, every curve, seemed to be the most outstanding artwork of nature, carrying a pure and fatal attraction. My gaze greedily traced every inch of her, my throat a bit dry.
Finally, my line of sight fell on the softness on her chest that rose and fell slightly with her breathing. I reached out, and this time, without any obstruction of clothing, I directly covered that warm, soft skin. The touch transmitted from the palm was so amazing! Warm, delicate, and soft, it was incredible, with amazing elasticity. My fingers sank deep into the plush, heavy flesh of her breasts, feeling them overflow and jiggle between my digits. The pale-pink nipples were rock-hard against my palms. This direct, unreserved skin-to-skin contact brought an impact far greater than through clothing. That delicate and tender touch, that full and soft texture... I couldn't help but gently knead it, rolling the heavy mounds, pinching and tugging at her sensitive nipples until they grew even stiffer and darker.
"Mm..." She let out another subtle nasal sound with a tremble, her body shrank back slightly, but she didn't dodge my hand. This direct skin-to-skin contact, this wonderful touch, made me completely sink. I only felt a stream of heat that I couldn't suppress rising from my lower abdomen, quickly spreading to my whole body. My hands lingered on the softness on her chest, feeling the amazing elasticity and delicate touch, squeezing and bouncing her full tits while my thumbs flicked rapidly over the swollen buds.
But this didn't seem to be enough, far from it.
I lowered my head and pressed my lips against the already upright buds. My warm tongue licked gently, like morning dew brushing against flower petals. Ruan Mei's breathing suddenly choked, her body tensed even tighter, and her fingertips almost pinched into the sheets. I held the small protrusion between my lips, used the tip of my tongue to gently circle it, and then sucked it gently and longingly, like an infant sucking milk. A strange, indescribable sweet fragrance seemed to permeate as I sucked, not the real milk, but with a pure and intoxicating fragrance, as if it were the nectar of the source of life, making me intoxicated and unwilling to stop. I alternated between both breasts, sucking hard on one nipple while rolling the other between my fingers, occasionally grazing them with my teeth until they were shiny with saliva and flushed deep rose.
Her whimpering became intermittent, so subtle that it was almost inaudible, but it was clearly transmitted to my ears, stimulating my deepest nerves. After playing, licking, and sucking for a while, until the buds became red, swollen, and hypersensitive, I raised my head slightly, my gaze filled with uncontrollable longing, slowly moving downward, landing on the mysterious, unexplored field between her legs. That was the most private and core location of the female body. My gaze seemed to carry a scorching temperature, making her subconsciously press her legs together, but the movement seemed a bit weak. I didn't act immediately, just looked at her. I knew that even if she acquiesced to the various things before, this step still required her permission, even if it was just a hint.
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Ruan Mei seemed to feel the focus of my gaze. She turned her head completely, buried her cheeks deep in the soft pillow, leaving me only a reddened ear and a beautifully lined neck. Then, there was another very, very light, trembling, and shy—
"Mm..."
This sound was like getting the final command. My heartbeat accelerated again. I reached out and gently placed it on the inside of her warm, plush thighs, feeling the silky delicacy and slight trembling of her skin. Then, I separated her legs with the gentlest force, slowly and irresistibly. Instantly, that secret place was displayed before me without reservation. The slightly bulging, beautifully shaped mound was covered with a layer of fine, sparse, dark-colored hair, carrying a natural, unadorned, pure temptation. Below, the thick, puffy outer labia were tightly pressed together, soft and pillowy, flushed a delicate pink. They parted slightly to reveal the slick, glistening inner folds and the small, swollen clit peeking out like a shiny pearl, already twitching with need. Crystal-clear, warm love fluid slowly oozed from her tight entrance, coating the petals and dripping down toward her perineum in thin, shiny strands.
What made my heart flutter the most was that between the tightly closed petal gaps, crystal-clear, warm-breathed love fluid was slowly oozing out like a clear spring in the mountain stream, flashing with a moist and seductive luster in the light. This sight... this picture that combined purity and lust, ultimate privacy and ultimate beauty, had a huge visual impact on me. I only felt dry-mouthed and tongue-tied, my Adam's apple scrolled up and down uncontrollably, and the sound of swallowing spit was particularly clear in the quiet room. My gaze was almost sucked into this beautiful scene, and my body also became hot and dry, longing for further exploration and possession.
The moist and seductive beauty completely defeated my last trace of hesitation. Desire, like a bursting levee, rushed through my reason. I could no longer hold back, bowed my head, and buried my face in that warm, mysterious garden with a unique fragrance. My tongue tentatively touched the delicate flower petals, as if touching the most sensitive switch. Ruan Mei's body trembled violently, and a suppressed exclamation escaped her throat with an incredible tremble: "Ah... you..."
Her voice was full of shame and a panic of being raided, but at this moment, I had been driven by primal instinct. Now that we were at this step, how could I stop? Not only did I not stop, but I became even bolder. I began to lick carefully, using the tip of my tongue to trace every fine wrinkle of her slick folds, feeling the moisture and warmth there. My tongue explored nimbly, chasing the crystal-clear love fluid that kept pouring out, sucking, and tasting the faint sweetness that belonged to the deepest part of her body. I even held the slightly protruding small core with my lips and gently circled it with the tip of my tongue, imitating the sucking action before. I alternated between long, broad licks from her dripping entrance up to her throbbing clit and rapid flicks that made her hips buck involuntarily.
The intense stimulation from her lower body caused Ruan Mei to completely lose the ability to speak. She silently endured my invasion, her hands tightly clutching the sheets beneath her, her knuckles turned white due to the force. Her body twisted uneasily, and only intermittent, fragmented "Mm... mm..." sounds could be emitted from her throat, like a frightened little beast whimpering, but carrying a sense of irresistible sinking. I could feel the tension and trembling of her body, and I could hear her increasingly hurried and chaotic breathing. My tongue went deeper, plunging inside her tight, velvety channel, scooping out more sweet nectar while my nose pressed against her swollen clit. Every exploration, every suck, brought her deeper stimulation. Soon her plush thighs began to quiver around my head as she unconsciously ground against my mouth.
It was in this constant, almost predatory licking and sucking that I felt her lower abdomen tighten, her body like a drawn bowstring, reaching the limit. Suddenly, she let out a short, high-pitched whimper, her body trembled violently, and a surge of hot fluid shot out from the depths of the flower heart without warning, with scorching temperature and rich fragrance, pouring into my mouth. That was the proof of her orgasm, the most instinctive, most honest reaction of her body.
I swallowed the nectar that carried her unique fragrance and raised my head. I saw Ruan Mei lying limp on the bed, her body still twitching slightly, her face flushed, her eyes closed, and even faint physiological tears stained her long eyelashes, her chest rising and falling violently with her heavy breasts bouncing softly with each breath, panting heavily, completely immersed in the afterglow of that storm, unable to recover for a long time. Looking at her appearance, completely drowned in lust, and dripping with beauty, I licked the sweetness remaining at the corner of my mouth, and the fire of desire in my heart burned even more vigorously.