After his first ejaculation, Luo Ming's desire subsided slightly.
Looking at Zhao Ziran, whose snow-white legs were still spread open, her delicate vulva continuously leaking semen, Luo Ming suddenly became interested in something else.
He reached out and grasped Zhao Ziran's small feet. Those feet, once so alluring in wedge sandals, remained unchanged.
Still so fair and slender, with a slightly raised instep, as smooth as freshly formed milk, and ten delicate, long toes, like peeled scallions, with extremely smooth and elegant lines.
Tucked into high heels, her instep was as white as jade, and the full, smooth, and slender lines resembled newly peeled white bamboo shoots. Wearing stockings and high heels, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Luo Ming had prepared a considerable number of stockings on the plane—black, white, fishnet, and sheer flesh-colored stockings. In his excitement, he tore them to shreds with his teeth, sucking on Zhao Ziran's tender toes until they turned red, her little feet covered in saliva.
Now, not a single intact pair of stockings could be found, but Luo Ming didn't regret it, because he never tired of playing with bare feet.
It should be noted that Zhao Ziran wasn't a traditionally slender beauty; rather, she had a pear-shaped bottom, a full waist, voluptuous breasts, and slender shoulders. Her figure was long, graceful, and incredibly sensual. Her slightly protruding abdomen slanted downwards, tracing an exceptionally alluring curve that disappeared between her two long, plump, snow-white thighs, like unsheathed ivory.
Her skin was taut, the Y-shape clearly visible, its extension to the sides more pronounced than other girls. Her mons pubis was full and rounded, as white as fresh snow, and sparse, dark pubic hair on the soft, steamed bun-like mound was like the finishing touch.
But whether it was her waist, hips, or thighs, though their curves were full and rounded, there wasn't an ounce of excess fat; everything was perfectly proportioned, neither too much nor too little.
Her jade-like feet were both long and slender like bamboo shoots, incredibly soft and fleshy, with alluringly plump soles, like the paw pads of a kitten, plump and with an unusual pale orange-pink hue. The insteps were white, smooth, and tender, with a faint blue vein.
From ankle to toe, the lines were graceful and evenly undulating… Her toes were slightly curled, glistening and translucent like tiny pearls, and her big toe was plump and full, with a long, slender arch.
Holding them in his hands, they were so soft. Luo Ming thought of how the girl's small feet had once so disdainfully brushed past him, but now he held them in his hands, playing with and kneading them to his heart's content, as if they were completely his own.
Luo Ming, his heart pounding, leaned in and pinched her tiny feet, pressing them against his face, rubbing and kneading them. They were as tender as powder, silky smooth as if just dipped in milk, no less beautiful than any stockings, and he could directly feel the smooth, sticky, naked skin.
"Sizzle, kiss~"
He buried his face in her jade-like feet, licking and kissing them, sucking on each toe for a while, before tilting his head back in satisfaction, panting softly.
His feelings for Zhao Zhiran were complex, a mixture of intense jealousy and a desire to conquer, and a yearning and longing that rivaled it. He had even dreamt more than once of the girl taking off her wedge sandals and placing her smooth little feet on his face.
However, what he enjoyed most now was completely pinning Zhao Zhiran down, utterly shattering the great talent's composure and pride, and unleashing her noble body into a state of wanton abandon, to satisfy the wild, growing desire for conquest within him.
Luo Ming glanced down at Zhao Zhiran's vulva, a glint of fervor flashing in his eyes. He lifted one of her jade-like legs, raising her rounded knee to rest against her ample breasts.
Her large buttocks stretched even more rounded, her vulva slightly parted, the labia glistening red, the opening slightly clenched, the tender flesh like a duck's beak parted, revealing the vaginal opening completely.
The semen had stopped flowing, replaced by a glistening sheen of moisture.
Luo Ming curled his finger and, with a "squeak," inserted it into Zhao Zhiran's vulva. Zhao Zhiran's vagina had many folds; having just been penetrated, the vulva, filled with thick semen, was plump and tender, overflowing with juices. The layers of flesh were delicate and swollen; as soon as his finger entered, they wrapped around it from all sides.
With another flick, the delicate folds and ridges seemed to suckle at his fingers like flowing water, the smooth, tender flesh revealing glistening buds that rubbed tightly against his fingers, leaving almost no gap.
The movement produced an unusually thick, slurping sound…
"Mmm, ah…no~"
Zhao Ziran's body suddenly arched slightly, her pair of round, full breasts rising and falling with her slightly rapid breathing. The engorged, pale pink areolas and the delicate nipples swayed like alluring snow plum blossoms.
Luo Ming leaned down, one hand still stirring inside her vagina, the beautiful labia changing shape from time to time, glistening with moisture.
His other hand moved upwards, from Zhao Ziran's long thighs, across her alluring waist, and cupped the lower edge of her round, full breasts.
Snow-white flesh overflowed from between his thumb and forefinger, making it even more difficult to grasp in one hand. Then, his palm slowly moved towards the nipple, the snow-white flesh sliding between his fingers, displaying its proud softness and elasticity, almost like flowing oil...
Yet it still maintained its full, swollen, teardrop-shaped form, like a large water-filled sack of cream.
After kneading for a while, the delicate, rosy nipples were pinched and twisted between his fingers, and Zhao Ziran's reaction became even more intense. Her head tilted back, and she breathed heavily, her mind hazy.
"Squelch~ Squelch~"
At the same time, the sounds of water below became more intense. Luo Ming seemed to have found an exceptionally sensitive spot, relentlessly digging and stimulating it.
He leaned close to Zhao Ziran's ear, licking her glistening earlobe, and said, "My talented Zhao, let me test you..."
Luo Ming whispered his question about a research problem in her ear, then added, "If you can answer it now, I'll pull my finger out."
Zhao Ziran tilted her head back with difficulty and saw a finger moving in and out with unusual dexterity between her full, snowy mounds of Venus, occasionally digging into something. Her plump, tender labia contorted and writhed, and a particularly sensitive spot on the upper wall of her vagina was being repeatedly stimulated and ravaged.