She was shy and somewhat ashamed, a bit helpless, and began kissing Mr. Lu instinctively. These kisses were subtly different from the entanglements between lovers. She was not seeking love but offering up her body, trying to "make a man feel comfortable." Thus, she kissed Mr. Lu, starting from the brow, to the corner of his lips, to his chin, to his neck... It was a kiss of worship, of enchantment, of service. This made her very shy, yet even more fulfilled, for the sensations coming through her lips were like magic, making her more excited with each kiss, leaving her soft, fragrant lip marks on every inch of Mr. Lu’s skin.
She could feel that Mr. Lu was satisfied with these kisses flavored with "service," as Mr. Lu’s breathing became increasingly heavy and rough, and her lower abdomen distinctly felt a stiffening rod-like object beneath Mr. Lu’s trousers, pressing against her tender belly.
Her kisses became more intense, left, right, up, down, as if she was not satisfied, fearing that Mr. Lu might not be satisfied enough, she began, desperately, to unbutton Mr. Lu’s shirt, one button after another. Mr. Lu’s hands were occupied, relying entirely on her efforts to strip Mr. Lu’s clothes, until his solid chest was fully exposed. Mr. Lu’s grasping on her buttocks grew fiercer, almost painfully gripping her little backside, no, it was very painful. Was it an urge? Or a declaration of satisfaction? Or perhaps a declaration of ownership and infringe rights from now on.
She couldn’t help but make "mmm mmm mmm" whimpering sounds, originating from her buttocks, from underneath, escaping her lips before finally releasing through her throat. She felt Mr. Lu’s body getting more tense, seemingly her current position wasn’t enough for his satisfaction. She adjusted her breathing, confidently, spreading her legs and "sat" on Mr. Lu’s thigh, her long legs straddling both sides of Mr. Lu’s legs, allowing herself to sit steadily, pressing closer against Mr. Lu’s body; while Mr. Lu’s palms could more comfortably play with her pelvic bones. Most importantly, her already slightly seeping lower body, under the cover of trousers and panties, could obediently face the male symbol of Mr. Lu, at least sending waves of friction invitations.
"Ah... do you prefer me wearing... pants? Or skirts?" Because Mr. Lu kept playing with her butt, it delighted her, yet made her slightly flustered. Regardless of her own confidence in her body, at this moment she always wanted to know if Mr. Lu found the tactile sensation satisfactory. Moreover, Mr. Lu is someone who pays great attention to clothing and taste, Li Tong herself always dresses, including today’s shirt and pants, secretly guessing Mr. Lu’s preferences as the standard; even at this moment, even when she is about to give herself, she wants to hear Mr. Lu’s preferences. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel⸺fire.net
"You look pretty in skirts too, but definitely those that hug the curves... otherwise, pants are better." Mr. Lu fiercely ravages her butt, this time, due to her sitting posture, her buttocks spread even more, even exploring within that crevice... it seemed to touch her more private and shameful places, meanwhile he still sincerely appreciates and praises: "Your figure is good, your butt is petite yet perky, with a bit of upward tilt, which is rare, so pants can wrap better."
"In the future... I’ll wear various pants, for you to see? As long as you like... you feel comfortable..."
"Mmm," she laughed, blush blooming on her cheeks: "Skirts too."
She started kissing his chest, even teasingly, naughtily sticking out her moist, soft, long tongue, to lick his nipples, with reverence, yet playfully, while whimpering, gradually explore towards below, nibbling bit by bit. Though she wasn’t well-versed in serving a man, she couldn’t hide her inner joy: Mr. Lu’s chest was muscular, pecs well-defined, nipples like rivets; and Mr. Lu’s abdomen was as she imagined, firm, strong, sexy. She was very pleased, and intoxicated: everything was as beautiful as she had dreamt, even more stimulating. Being able to invite such a quality man to enjoy and ravage her body was what truly made her feel fulfilled. Her pants, her skirts, or everything she wore, only for him to wear, for him to take off, to indulge the joy she once dreamed of acquiring in her youthful years.
But after all, she understood the "boundaries" here: this was by no means an equal, mutual affectionate intercourse, but it was him enjoying her, her serving him, letting him achieve pleasure was the key.