On the disheveled bed, Sun Zhe and Li Zhishan were tightly embracing, rolling back and forth. Their lips seemed glued together, almost impossible to separate.
In the midst of their mutual exploration, Li Zhishan was the first to lose patience. She suddenly sat up, pressing a hand against Sun Zhe's chest muscles and revealing her dominant side.
"Lie down obediently and don't move. Tonight, it's sister's turn to ride you!"
Then, she moved her delicate body atop Sun Zhe and spread her beautiful, stocking-clad legs, sitting directly on his face. Her smooth, bare flesh rubbed vigorously against his nose through a layer of sheer, flesh-colored stockings. Sun Zhe felt as if he was suffocating and hastily grabbed her slim waist to stop her from wriggling around.
Li Zhishan looked down at him, her eyes filled with seduction as she lifted her tight skirt to her waist. "Baby," she said softly, "let sister treat you to some seafood, alright?"
