Liu Sitong moaned softly, spreading her jade legs to bare the damp secret spot below. The hair down there was dense, pitch black like a bushy thicket.
Under the dim car ambient lights, Zhao Chi could only vaguely see, between the strands of Liu Sitong's hair, a tender crevice shimmering moistly.
The multicolored ambient lights changed, casting crystalline springs in her crevice, which shimmered with dazzling light.
Zhao Chi watched Sitong's lower area with parched lips and a dry throat, slowly reaching out with his thumbs to part the dense black hair, and then gently pressed on the plump and glistening crevice, pushing gently sideways to spread it open.
Inside, the soft flesh, like tender petals, coated in a syrupy spring, clung together tightly. The external force slowly pried them apart, drawing out thin, glistening threads, like lingering connections of snapped lotus roots, irresistibly tempting.
