Lihua finally turned around to put down her small whip but Zhao Yiming couldn't see it.
He could only hear the sound of something rattled and it scared him, also the way her presence creeping closer, every step a countdown to something terrifyingly hot.
Then, silence.
He heard the distinct unzip of her bodysuit, slow and dramatic. That sibilant zrrrrp sound that went straight to his dick. He swallowed, imagining what would she do to him next.
"Wait… what are you doing?" he asked warily. "Do you want to ride me?"
She didn't answer right away, though a grin creeping up her lips. She then climbed onto the bed, straddling his face.
Her thighs pressed against his cheeks, warm and smooth, caging him in as the scent of her soaked pussy hit his nose like a slap from the heavens.
Zhao Yiming froze. "Hold on! WAIT—"
"Hush," Lihua said sweetly, pulling the blindfold up just an inch so he could see the prize in front of him, her glistening pussy hovering just inches above his mouth.
