"Wang Li, perhaps you should go first!" Xu Lu's cheeks blushed with a shy crimson, like a peach blossom newly blooming in spring, endearingly delicate and enticing.
She lowered her gaze slightly, her long, curled eyelashes trembling gently as if revealing her inner shyness and unease.
Her slightly pursed red lips, like a ripe cherry, exuded an inviting gloss that made one unable to resist wanting to taste their fragrance.
Her figure, set against black lace lingerie, evoked endless fantasies.
The pattern of the lace faintly outlined her soft curves, the delicate collarbone revealed at the edge of the lace, emanating a mysterious and charming aura.
Her breasts were enveloped in black lace, full and elastic.
Her long legs were straight and well-proportioned, her skin, against the backdrop of the black lace, as smooth and delicate as white jade, making one desperate to lift them onto his shoulders and thrust rapidly inside her.
