XueLing's deft fingers traced the delicate curves of XiShi's body, slowly peeling away the silken fabric that clung to her like a second skin. His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, as if he were unveiling a priceless work of art. XiShi shivered under his ministrations, her skin prickling with goosebumps as the cool air kissed her newly exposed flesh.

Horny bastard indeed.

XueLing paused to admire the swell of her breasts as they tumbled free from their confines, the creamy mounds bouncing slightly before settling into his waiting palms. He groaned, low and guttural, as his fingers sank into the pliant flesh, kneading and massaging the supple globes. XiShi gasped, arching into his touch as jolts of pleasure raced through her body.

"Your breasts are exquisite," XueLing murmured, his voice rough with desire. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to circle one rosy peak before drawing it into his mouth to suckle greedily. XiShi cried out, tangling her fingers in his hair as he lavished attention on her sensitive nipples, each pull of his mouth sending liquid heat straight to her core.

XueLing's other hand continued its exploration, skimming over the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, before dipping between her thighs. He could feel the dampness there, the evidence of her arousal coating his fingers as he teased along her slit. XiShi's hips bucked, seeking more of his touch, more of the pleasure he promised.

XueLing's cock throbbed against her belly, hard and heavy with need. Pre-cum leaked from the swollen tip, leaving a trail of moisture on XiShi's skin. She could feel the size of him, the thick length of his arousal pressing insistently against her. The knowledge that she had this effect on him, that she could reduce this powerful man to a state of desperate, aching need, only heightened her own desire.

XiShi's hands roamed over XueLing's back, feeling the play of muscle beneath his skin, the strength coiled in his frame. She tugged at his robe, impatient to feel more of him, to have his bare skin against her own. XueLing obliged her, shrugging out of his clothing with a speed that spoke of long practice and a burning urgency.

Now, there was nothing between them, no barriers, no obstacles. Just the slick slide of skin against skin, the heat of their bodies melding together. XueLing settled himself between XiShi's thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging at her entrance. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and intense, a silent question in their depths.

XiShi knew what he was asking, could see the hunger, the need, the barely restrained desire. And in that moment, she knew she was lost, utterly and completely. Lost to the feel of him, to the promise of pleasure, to the all-consuming ache that only he could satisfy.

"Yes,"

And that was all the confirmation he needed.