Heavenly Touch

Zenmei didn't feel nervous, but rather excited, in contrast to Zhihao, who was still unsure about what he should do. "So, come closer," she said, turning her back to Zhihao.

Despite the close distance between them, Zhihao narrowed to Zenmei, who revealed her back under her transparent nightgown. "Please, don't hesitate to touch me," she whispered, lowering her head.

Zhihao gulped repeatedly as the woman in front of him removed the black, thin fabric, leaving only her underwear clinging to her fragrant, ample body. Her milky-white skin glistened in the room's lights.

"Because I wanted it," she continued, her face unreadable to Zhihao. "I craved satisfaction."

Preparing himself, the man mentally steeled his heart and began to carry out Zenmei's wishes. "Excuse me," he said, extending his hands forward.