Summer blazed hotly.
The air was rippling with heatwaves, carrying with it a bewitching fragrance.
Pan Yufen was quite tall, verging on statuesque, not one of those slender women. The white T-shirt she wore seemed ready to burst from her ample, heaving bosom – so large, so full...
Beneath it, she wore casual pants that outlined the extreme plumpness and roundness of her buttocks, and her legs, long and voluptuously meaty, were the true definition of a curvaceous figure.
Her face was beautiful, striking, with phoenix eyes that sparkled, lips plump and moist. A slight purse of her lips coaxed forth a smile that could ensnare the soul.
Watching her made my heart thud wildly, my whole body uncomfortably hot and restless.
She wasn't perfect: her skin was a bit rough, her waist thick, but her imposing stature and voluptuous curves fatally attracted me.
Merely standing there and glancing my way a few times was enough to set me astir.
