Her body was lean but packed with power, every move sharp and deliberate, every curve shaped by discipline and hard work.
She wasn't some soft, delicate type—she was all cuts and shapes, with this raw vibe. Her arms were toned, coiled muscles tight and veins faintly beating with power, like she could snap me in half if she wanted to.
But here she was, kneeling like a kicked puppy, begging for permission, all vulnerable and submissive. It was hard to believe someone so strong, so fierce, could look so utterly submissive, completely at my mercy.
Her face was feminine square, with big eyes, an honest smile that flashed a set of pearly whites.
She had this striking look about her, like she could command a room without even trying.
Her chest wasn't as full and tantalizing as my Ling Ling's, but it was tight and premium, the kind of body that screamed hard work, not luck.
