Even though her precious pair differed in size left to right, it didn’t affect their beauty; they were still incredibly full, upright, and tender.
I swallowed hard, my hand trembling as I reached out to touch these beautiful treasures.
"Wait... the door, it’s not closed yet."
She whispered, her face flushed with redness.
Only then did I realize, and quickly went to lock the door.
"Aren’t you afraid I might do something to you?"
Once back, I wiped my hands with a towel, and looked at her with a mischievous smile.
"Not afraid." She stubbornly shook her head, with those two full cherries bouncing along.
"Even though you’re a pervert, aren’t all men like that?"
"At the very least, you can hold the line. Last time when I was drunk, you didn’t take advantage of me, showing you have some conscience left."
"And last time... you, you also held back, it was me who asked you to keep going down."
"But I’m not that kind of woman, don’t get the wrong impression."
She hurriedly explained.
I took a deep breath, rubbed my hands together, and then placed them on.
Soft and smooth, touching them felt like holding two pieces of tender tofu, an extraordinary sensation in the hand!
Although these treasures weren’t the best shape I’ve ever seen, they were surely the tenderest and whitest.
Her skin was naturally that cold pale tone, and looking closely at these beautiful objects, you could see the blood vessels inside.
Crystal clear and breathtaking.
Upon my touch, her delicate body shuddered, unable to hold back a pleasurable moan, lowering her head shyly.
Not only was her face flushed, but her neck was also covered in a blush.
Gradually, her breathing started becoming rapid, and she tightly gripped the armrests of the chair, biting her lips hard.
"Don’t be nervous, relax, relax..."
I slowly released my hands.
She nodded heavily, shyly turning her face to the side.
Only then did I place my hands again, starting to gently knead.
"I... I became this way because I took the wrong medicine as a child."
"Yes, I dated a boyfriend, but later that jerk went abroad, so we broke up."
At this, she paused suddenly, as if realizing she had shared something private, and quickly shut her mouth.
But I was somewhat incredulous.
According to her, all she had was that one boyfriend in college, and hadn’t even kissed? Is that possible?
Thinking of this, I glanced towards her lower body, wanting genuinely to see if that Peach Garden had truly been untouched by a man.
I didn’t ask more, just continued to knead away.
"Inside this, there are some lumps, but it’s normal."
"This side is smaller; I’ll first help channel your blood pulse, then stimulate through massage techniques, allowing secondary development, making both sides more even."
She glanced at my slightly raised crotch, said nothing, just nodded with a red face.
Gradually, as I started to increase the intensity, she bit her red lips tightly, letting out enticing moans from her nose.
The buds on those blossoms swelled and firmed more prominently.
"No... no, it’s just too comfortable, I... I’m afraid I can’t hold back."
She tightly bit her lips, glancing worriedly at the door, trying to stifle her moans.
"Now I’m stimulating your sensitive acupoints; it’s normal for you to react this way."
As I spoke, I gradually increased the force, pressing her more comfortably.
Watching her look of ecstasy, filled with enjoyment, I felt more accomplished.
After kneading for a while, my fingers pinched the bud, starting to play with it.
The intense sensation sent her body trembling wildly, unable to hold back a loud cry.
Realizing how loud she’d been, she quickly covered her mouth, glaring at me fiercely, "You, why did you have to do that spot, stop... ah! Too, too ticklish..."
Her body trembled violently, even the chair shook along with it.