He hooked a finger around the edge of her panties. Qiao Li was still fast asleep. He pulled them down excruciatingly slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She was lying on her stomach, and after a short tug, the fabric snagged against her curves. With infinite patience, Feng Yi returned to her legs, lifting first her calf, then her thigh, until he reached the juncture of her hip. A gentle push to the side, a tug at the edge of the panties, and he repeated the process on the other side.
The simple act of removing her panties had him drenched in sweat. When he finally succeeded in pulling them down to her thighs, a triumphant cheer erupted within him. This was incredibly creepy, he berated himself.
The bedroom was lit by a single lamp, casting the room in a hazy glow. Qiao Li's a$s cheeks looked like ripe, blushing peaches.
Feng Yi reached out to touch her again, his scorching palm causing Qiao Li to instinctively flinch. He froze, afraid to move. After a moment, when she didn't react, he continued. He caressed her gently. Her soft flesh molded to his hand, shifting into different shapes with every touch. The silky texture sent shivers down his spine, fueling a desperate desire to grip her harder.
Qiao Li felt a burning heat between her legs, like a scalding hot towel pressed against her most intimate skin. It was so comforting, it made her whole body go limp. It felt like someone was kneading and rubbing her there. She dismissed it as a strange dream, luxuriating in the sensation. The increasing pressure made her core tingle, a dull ache building within her, begging for release.
The pressure intensified, and she felt like she was being pulverized. A soft moan escaped her lips, "Mmm..."
Feng Yi immediately stopped.
The heat vanished, leaving Qiao Li feeling empty. She whimpered, rocking her hips.
The sight of her pleading, swaying hips sent a jolt of arovsal through Feng Yi. His c0ck throbbed painfully, straining against his pants.
He swallowed hard, reaching out to pinch her a$s cheeks, boldly spreading them apart.
"Nn..." A cool draft of air hit her exposed flesh, sending a shiver down Qiao Li's spine.
Feng Yi squeezed her cheeks together, then apart again. He repeated the motion, teasing her until her core throbbed and her juices flowed freely.
The heat between her legs spread through her body, but it couldn't reach the cool dampness between her folds. After a few more squeezes, her arovsal intensified. She arched her back, pressing herself against the source of the heat.
Feng Yi's breath hitched. He roughly pulled her a$s cheeks apart.
Her a$s was high in the air, her s3x completely exposed.
Feng Yi saw a glistening sheen of moisture. His eyes darkened, and he reached out, dipping a finger into the slick.
"Nn..." Qiao Li moaned softly.
He felt the sticky wetness, the heat radiating from her sensitive flesh, making his mouth go dry.