"Put these on!" Du Hua tossed the day's clothes to the woman.
The woman was young and beautiful, with a mature femininity that he took a liking to at first sight. He had been stalking her for several days, and it was not easy to finally bring her back to his home.
The woman sobbed, choked up, and trembled as she changed into the clothes.
There was a black lace bra, matching black panties, a white high-collared blouse, and a black pencil skirt that revealed her snow-white, delicate thighs.
Du Hua swallowed gulp after gulp of saliva.
"Hurry up!" he urged, kneeling in front of the woman.
The woman managed a strained smile, extending her bare feet towards Du Hua: "As a reward, let... let you... my... "
The woman cried inconsolably, unable to finish her sentence.
Du Hua's breaths were hot, his nostrils flared, and he was no longer concerned about the woman, instead engrossed in examining her exquisitely delicate feet.
