Thin threads wove lace patterns into twin rabbits facing each other, a hole gaping at the crotch—the rabbits staring across the divide.
The opening was just the right size for a cock, an unspoken invitation.
White threads twisted and turned, forming dainty lace trim along the creases beneath Yaxi's full, round ass.
Peel those petals away one by one, and he could pound into her, her ass bouncing with every thrust.
Lu Ziyang could barely breathe.
Sweat beaded on his brow as he clutched her panties, pressing them to his nose and inhaling deeply, desperate to steady himself with the only trace of her scent he could claim: "Fragrant…"
But then Yaxi lifted a leg and planted her foot on his chest.
He reached for her ankle, only to be halted by her sharp tone: "Don't move. Move, and I'm gone."
All his options were cut off—trapped, unable to rise or retreat.
He could only feel the lace texture of her sole, her grinding light one moment, heavy the next, easing the strain in his muscles.
He arched his chest to rub against her foot. He had pecs worth showing off too.
Yaxi pinched his nipple with her toes, and he gritted his teeth, stifling any sound.
"Cry out, Lu Ziyang. Whatever you feel, let it out." She stepped onto his Adonis belt, her big toe tracing the groove downward, downward, skirting his cock deliberately, nearly sliding to his groin.
"Ah—" Lu Ziyang choked out a muffled groan, stunned by the sound he'd made.
Finally, as if in reward, she brushed his balls, then slowly lifted his shaft with the top of her foot.
She paused abruptly, then slammed his cock against his taut abs.
She pressed hard, grinding from the base up, her toes hooking around the slick tip. His shaft shuddered violently.
White cum spurted out, splattering across his lower belly.
His swollen pecs heaved, and Yaxi, admiring the scene, pulled out her phone and snapped a picture.
In the dim light of the lens, only the man's rugged torso showed—no face. His massive, blocky muscles glowed red, as if ravaged.
Broad shoulders and thick neck formed a triangle; Lu Ziyang's arms rivaled her thighs in girth. His long cock hadn't fully softened, his waist and abs streaked with filthy fluids.
Compared to Chen Ling's, his dick was slimmer but longer. Just as ugly.
The shutter's click didn't snap Lu Ziyang back to reality. Though he was nearly suffocating, he kept her panties pressed over his nose and eyes, as if trying to drown himself in her scent.
"Yaxi…" he whimpered, still lost in the afterglow.
You're amazing. I like you.
He was steeped in blinding pleasure, hitting the peak, yet grazing the cruel ache buried within that crest of lust, unable to pull himself free.
Yaxi had already climbed off him, grabbing a napkin to wipe away the trickle that had seeped from her own slit.
Seeing him still, she figured the intensity had spooked him—or maybe he resented the photo—so she reassured him:
"Relax, I'm just keeping the pic. I've got no interest in jerking off to your naked ass.
But from now on, you do what I say. Disobey, and I'll plaster this on the school forum.
I'll do my damnedest to help you confess to Xu Xiaoyi and lock her down."
She didn't shed the bodysuit. The panties stayed in Lu Ziyang's grip—since he'd sniffed them, she had no desire to reclaim them. She tugged on her pants and suspenders, dressing herself fully in a flash.
Only then did Lu Ziyang sit up, still bare. He hung his head, lost in thought.
Yaxi had no time to babysit him: "I'll cover the bill. Call it a treat."
To her surprise, Lu Ziyang shuddered, casting her a hesitant glance—so unlike his usual self. After a long pause, he stammered, "When you head back… are you…"
Are you going back to fuck Chen Ling? Wasn't I enough? You gave me nothing.
He felt so pitiful.
"I'm going back to eat," Yaxi replied, striding toward the door without a backward glance.
The door's slam jolted Lu Ziyang awake.
He blinked back to himself, Yaxi's panties slipping from his face.
Wordlessly, he dressed, balled up her panties, and shoved them into his coat pocket.