"Ah!"
Tang Xueyao shuddered, instantly feeling the tip of her peach drop into a scorching heat.
The sudden rush of pleasure made her body tense up instinctively, and she hugged my head tightly.
My whole face was enveloped in pure bliss.
So soft!
With a faint warmth, silky and delicate, even better than a massage.
Soon, Tang Xueyao snapped out of it, her face a blend of embarrassment and annoyance, "Zhang Yang, why did you suddenly use your mouth? Just touching me like that was already so embarrassing."
"Ms. Tang, this is the most important step. You must've felt really good just now, huh?"
"I-I did not feel good at all!"
Tang Xueyao was nearly overwhelmed with shame.
She pretended to want to push me away, but just couldn't bring herself to do it.
I knew, she was already becoming addicted.
Next, I used my tongue, gently circling her, and she couldn't hold back: "Nnh, don't do that, it's too embarrassing..."
She said no with her mouth, but her moans grew more and more unrestrained.
At first, she kept covering her mouth, trying to suppress the sounds.
As I drew out her deepest desires, she just couldn't hide them anymore.
Later, she even took the initiative to hug my head, her body writhing, responding to me rhythmically.
Seeing her gradually sinking into it, I quickly pulled myself away.
In the next moment, Tang Xueyao looked as if her whole body was emptied, filled with loneliness and discomfort.
"Um, why did you stop the massage?"
Her beautiful eyes were misty, clearly full of unfulfilled longing.
"Ms. Tang, next you'll need to take off your dress. Only by massaging the bigger points can we cure it completely."
The moment I finished, Tang Xueyao instinctively glanced between her legs, "You mean...there?"
"Yes. I know it's bold, but that's the only way for a total cure."
I stared at her, down to the end of those long legs, finding it irresistible.
Struggle flickered all across Tang Xueyao's pretty face, her voice trembling, "But that's my private place...isn't that too much?"
"Ms. Tang, just think about it—if you had to lie in a hospital bed every day, who would care what's too much?"
"That's true, good health really is the foundation of everything."
In her struggle, Tang Xueyao was partially convinced.
"Alright then, how about this, Ms. Tang—let me carry you over to the yoga mat. If you feel uncomfortable, you can stop me anytime."
I picked her up in my arms.
Her body was soft as if boneless, fragrant and yielding.
It was like holding a beautiful doll, and I was so turned on that my tent was already pitched high.
Once Tang Xueyao was on the yoga mat,
she glanced over by accident, catching sight of my bulge.
At that, her mouth dropped open in surprise, her beautiful eyes going wide and round.
I grinned to myself, knowing that my size easily doubled her husband's.
Through the gap in the sheer fabric, I even caught a flicker of desire in her eyes.
Getting all handsy, I moved quickly to pull off her dress.
To my surprise, Tang Xueyao didn't resist at all—instead, she carefully lifted her hips, making it easier for me to tear it off.
"Zhang Yang, we agreed—if I feel uncomfortable, I'll tell you to stop."
"Ms. Tang, I promise it'll feel amazing."
I swallowed hard.
This secret cooperation set my blood racing.
Braving up, I pulled the dress halfway down, sliding my hand directly to the gap between her thighs.
That part was fatally tempting to me.
I couldn't hold back any longer—I had to taste her right now!