He pulled her sheer dress downward, and suddenly, her left breast—plump, snow-white, and full—sprang into view. Qin Bo opened his mouth wide, taking the delicate, rosy nipple and the firm, tapering peak into his lips, and drew upon it with intense, forceful suction.
Xuetang's breasts were voluminous, yet the flesh was incredibly soft and supple. As he held the nipple and pulled, the entire breast elongated, becoming even more pronounced and shapely—much like a grand, jade-like shoot breaking through the soil after a long winter, large and tapering to a point.
Across the snow-white expanse of her breast, faint blue veins were visible; they seemed to radiate outward from the vibrant, flushed nipple, resembling delicate roots embedded within white jade—a detail that only made the skin appear all the more fair and translucent.
*Pop!*
Once released, the heavy, elastic breast snapped back into place. The underside of the mound struck her ribcage with a crisp, soft sound, swaying and rippling with an allure that suggested it was brimming with rich, creamy nectar.
Long moments later, the nipple—now glistening and slick with his saliva—continued to tremble ever so slightly. Uncle Qin couldn't resist lifting Xuetang's massive breasts once more, burying his entire face between them. He took a deep, intoxicating breath and murmured to himself, "There's even a hint of a milky scent..."
In reality, that was impossible—the beauty hadn't been pregnant long enough to produce actual milk. Yet, for one possessing a "pure yin" constitution, pregnancy causes her natural body scent to deepen and grow more fragrant; her breasts were no exception, carrying an alluring, rich, and heady perfume.
It wasn't the scent of actual milk, but it was even more intoxicating.
Uncle Qin toyed with her ample breasts, entranced. He noticed the right breast, still veiled beneath the sheer gauze—the firm nipple pressed against the fabric, crowning a full, rounded mound that looked as enticing as the plump abdomen of a bee.
He tucked the exposed left breast back beneath the fabric, cupping both mounds in his hands. Through the transparent, gossamer-thin veil, he kissed and suckled first one side, then the other, leaving the area around her nipples damp with his saliva.
He laid Xuetang's body flat. Even in this reclining position, her breasts—still draped in the sheer gauze—remained full and perky. Their voluptuous curves rested heavily upon her chest, resembling a pair of pointed peaches, tilted ever so slightly toward the sides.
In contrast, her slender waist appeared impossibly delicate—so thin it could barely be spanned by one's hands. Yet, the mere thought that this flat, slender midsection was currently nurturing his own child filled Uncle Qin with an overwhelming sense of excitement and thrill.
He traced his tongue along the long, graceful indentation of her waist, moving downward until he reached her dainty, exquisite navel. He was insatiable; knowing that this elegant, slender waist would soon swell and curve outward with pregnancy, he was determined to savor every kiss and every sensation while he still could. Xuetang's long eyelashes fluttered, a faint flush spread across her lovely face, and her soft bosom rose and fell rhythmically, accompanied by the soft, delicate gasps and whimpers escaping her lips.
Uncle Qin, long accustomed to the young mistress's reactions while she slept, did not stop; instead, he reached out to cup her soft, supple, and ample breasts, kneading them repeatedly through the gossamer-thin fabric of her nightgown.
"Mmm…"
Amidst her delicate gasps and moans, Uncle Qin lifted her shapely, jade-like legs, pressing her knees toward her chest. Her long, rounded thighs and slender, well-proportioned calves were fully revealed, with her dainty, lotus-petal-like feet positioned directly before his face.
Uncle Qin felt vindicated in his choice; her small feet were encased in seamless, mist-thin stockings. Beneath the sheer, light-gray fabric, a soft, tender, peach-hued glow shimmered through. The soles were plump and gracefully contoured, while her ten delicate toes—perfectly spaced and shaped—stood out like a row of tender, rosy grapes.
Each foot possessed a slender yet delightfully fleshy, supple quality—exquisitely beautiful and sensual, reminiscent of a lotus petal emerging from the water. Without a single visible seam, they appeared almost entirely natural, as if crafted by nature itself.
"Well worth the effort I went to..."
His breathing grew ragged as he gazed at them. He pressed her feet against his face, burying his nose and mouth into the soft, smooth curve of her arches. He shifted his cheeks gently, savoring a texture as silky and smooth as cream spread over tofu—he was utterly, hopelessly entranced.
"Hiss... ah... Young Mistress... Young Mistress..."
His tongue began to move, greedily and meticulously tracing every inch: from her jade-like ankles to the soft, fair soles, across the plump forefeet, and along each slender, supple toe.
He took particular pleasure in using his tongue to probe the delicate crevices between her toes through the sheer, translucent stockings. He lingered over her long, rounded big toe, occasionally pushing his tongue between the digits before curling it around an individual toe to suckle upon it. The stockings, possessing remarkable strength and high elasticity, easily withstood such rough handling. It was as if one were licking those tender, smooth, jade-like toes through a veil of gossamer silk; no matter how the fabric was tugged, hooked, or swept across them, it remained intact—only enhancing the sensation of exquisite, silky pleasure.
*Pop!*
Uncle Qin sucked on the delicate, pointed toes, his mouth traveling from the pads all the way to the tips. As each rosy, pink-tinged toe emerged from his lips, the sheer, translucent stocking—still caught between his teeth—would snap back against the tip with a sharp *thwack*.
"Mmm... ah... ugh..."
Xuetang writhed, her slender waist swaying like a serpent's. Her beautiful legs stretched and lifted, while her toes—relentlessly teased and licked—quivered and curled in helpless, delicate surrender.
Her nipples, vibrant and engorged, stood erect like blossoms in full bloom, pressing so firmly against the sheer, transparent fabric that they threatened to tear through.
Breathing heavily, Uncle Qin traced the elegant, shapely contours of her calves with his tongue, moving upward toward the glistening, secret realm between her thighs.
"Ugh..."
With a graceful arch of her slender waist, the beauty presented her full, supple, and perfectly smooth mound—devoid of any hair—directly to Uncle Qin. His mouth opened and closed, devouring her with unbridled hunger; soon, his lips were slick with her intimate nectar, and droplets even began to trickle down his chin. "Slurp… mwah~"
He took a deep, forceful suck—pulling the plump, fleshy labia upward—and seized the moment to thrust his broad tongue between them. He dragged it firmly across the impossibly tender, honeyed flesh hidden within.
"Ah!"
Xuétáng's slender waist shuddered, her breasts heaving rapidly; she let out a sound as if she were on the verge of tears.
Kissing her labia, Uncle Qín murmured to himself, "Young Mistress… no need to masturbate on your own anymore—Uncle Qín is here…" As he spoke, he pried the delicate folds further apart, his broad tongue sweeping repeatedly over the soft, succulent flesh.