His rough fingers reach inside of her dress as he gave her flesh a slight squeeze before looking back at Yin Zhu whose eyes were half closed with her lips slightly parted. A soft whimper left her mouth when he pinched her hardened bean making her clenched her fingers —— her soft whimpers were like an invitation to him as he rolled it between his fingers in a calm and distributing rhythm which made Yin Zhu suck in a breath.
The pressure which was building against her core did nothing to help her if better it only made her mind a much of boiled potatoes, she could not think much less muster a word.
This was the first time, she had allowed a man to man to touch her. With her face alone, she had attracted the attention of many but did not bother with them. In her heart she knew that those men only cared about her face, they wished to have her because she was like a novelty to them, a woman who looked nothing like the rest.
