Qingyi admired Mingzhu's plump, juicy pussy. Her pale labia were sealed into two soft, swollen mounds, shaped almost like a peach, hiding the tight little entrance within a puffy, untouched slit.
He pressed a finger against her. His thumb sank slowly into the plump flesh of her labia, the wet mounds molding around it and swallowing him almost completely. Warm and soft. Even softer than the skin of her breasts.
Sliding his finger slightly upward, Qingyi found Mingzhu's clitoris without much difficulty and caressed it in slow, lazy circles.
Mingzhu moaned, her eyes closing as she pressed her head back against the grass, her dark purple, almost burgundy hair spreading gently around her.
Her hands rose of their own accord, pressing her two breasts together. The heavy flesh bulged between her fingers, and from each nipple, a thin stream of milk escaped, rising into the air before falling back onto her chest in warm droplets.
She blushed even more, embarrassed.
