Then, under Xu Pengxuan's special muse's tutelage, her susceptibility increased again. She was easily ignited with desire, and once ignited, it was impossible to quell without a passionate and intense lovemaking session…
Yu Tang's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her eyelashes fluttering gently. She breathed heavily and wrapped her arms around Kang Sheng's neck.
She leaned close to the frenzied man, panting, "Take off… my pants…"
Kang Sheng, at this moment, seemed nine-tenths of his mind was in a frenzy, but a sliver of life remained, and he struggled slightly.
But under Yu Tang's alluring scent, that struggle quickly vanished. Only his primal male desire took over. Instead of obediently removing his leather pants, he let out a low, angry roar.
The throbbing, hot penis continued its wild thrusting and stabbing between Yu Tang's legs, but though hard, it was still made of flesh. The tough, elastic, smooth leather offered little resistance; even as it squeezed and deformed the full, rounded flesh through her pants, causing a half-inch indentation, it still couldn't break through.
It would either trace lines on the slightly slippery crevice, pressing against the mons pubis, or squeeze into the cleft of her round buttocks and thighs, but no matter where it went, it remained on the outside. The penis rubbed until it was red, and the intense pain only fueled Kang Sheng's vigorous thrusting and squeezing, kneading Yu Tang's small, round vulva into various shapes, making it appear exceptionally lewd.
"Slap, slap..."
Amidst the soft, barefoot sounds, Shen Weiwei slowly walked to their side. She slightly tiptoed, crouching down with her elbows on her knees, her gaze fixed on their crotches, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if wanting to see what would happen next.
"Ah..."
The constant thrusting and squeezing of the penis sent waves of numbness, pain, tingling, and swelling through her flesh, occasionally accompanied by a strange, burning pleasure that spread throughout her body.
Yu Tang's cheeks were already flushed a delicate crimson, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her exposed shoulders, neck, and breasts were glistening with sweat, making her already smooth, delicate skin appear like a translucent porcelain vase, reflecting a blurry image.
"So fragrant..."
Shen Weiwei cupped her smooth chin in her hands, bringing it closer, sniffing lightly, her face flushed, a strange expression on her face.
"Yutang, you know, every time you and Xu Pengxuan do it... the smell on the sheets never goes away, even after washing."
"Sisters, as long as you use the sheets you've used to entertain guests, everyone gets much more excited than usual... like a wild beast."
"Look at him... even though he's become my 'slave,' he's even more excited about you."
"Even I, every time I see you being fucked, I always get a little wet, I don't know if it's envy... or wanting to take your place."
Shen Weiwei reached out a hand, pinched Yutang's small, rosy nipple, and kneaded it as she spoke.
When she mentioned taking her place, Yutang's heart skipped a beat, but she was immediately overwhelmed by the pleasure surging from above and below, unable to think any further.
Shen Weiwei's eyes flickered slightly, her small hand tracing Yutang's pink, perky breasts, caressing the alluring curves of her waist, her slender fingers finally touching the leather pants, slowly pulling them down from her round, full buttocks. During Shen Weiwei's movements, Kang Sheng remained motionless, like a cicada in winter, silent and still.
The black leather pants slowly slipped down from beneath her smooth, rounded pear-shaped buttocks, revealing skin as white and lustrous as the finest ivory. Compared to her slender waist, her buttocks appeared exceptionally full and round, without an ounce of excess fat, yet incredibly soft and fleshy.
The shallow, Y-shaped groin extended downwards, revealing plump, white mounds of flesh like small steamed buns. Her delicate labia majora were slightly swollen, glistening with moisture from top to bottom, tinged with a soft blush from being rubbed.
Between her slightly parted vulva, two richly folded labia majora, like pink butterfly wings of fresh algae, opened to the sides. Enriched with blood, they became even more vibrant red. Neither the labia majora nor the labia minora were a single, pure pink and white, without a trace of other color.
Two pink petals parted to reveal a delicate slit, glistening with moisture. A thin, whitish drop of vaginal fluid clung to the opening, slowly sinking and elongating as the leather pants were pulled down.
Shen Weiwei's cheeks flushed crimson, a mixture of wicked pleasure, excitement, or perhaps both, was unclear.
She even unfastened Yu Tang's pair of high-heeled Martin boots with thick rubber soles. The shoes were somewhat heavy, but the pair of exquisite feet that emerged were smooth, white, and delicate, with curled toes, rounded ankles, and petal-like, delicate beauty.
Perhaps from being confined in the thick shoes for so long, her bare feet had a faint blush of soft pink beneath their white skin. They were moist and smooth, the soles as tender as a kitten's paws, like polished jade. The arches and soles of her feet were delicately powdered, the skin as smooth as if powdered and milked.
Even with sweat, her small feet still possessed an unusual cleanliness. The sweat between her soles added a touch of glistening radiance, making them appear exceptionally white, smooth, and fragrant.
Moreover, Shen Weiwei didn't smell the laughable odor she had imagined. Her smooth feet only had the natural, delicate fragrance of skin, along with a barely perceptible, slightly tart aroma, more like strawberry jam—without a trace of unpleasantness.
On the contrary, the warm, slippery scent of her soles was even more alluring than the usual cool, smooth feel of her feet.
The girl bit her lip slightly and then did something unexpected.
She stuck out her tongue and licked Yu Tang's delicate arch, then traced a path along the bamboo shoot-like instep, disappearing into the gap between her big toe and second toe. She sucked on the pearl-like toenail and the tender, smooth toe until it glistened before spitting it out. At this moment, Kang Sheng, hunched over, resembled an addict struggling with addiction; the muscles in his entire body twitched as if in spasm, his back taut, and his enormous penis, seemingly further engorged with blood, resembled a long, curved spear, its veins bulging and throbbing slightly.
Shen Weiwei chuckled softly, went over and grasped this unparalleled spear, slowly pressing it against Yu Tang's luscious vulva.