Before long, Bu Lianxiang stood naked before Lin Feng.
The dim light of the night sky painted soft shadows across her body. She was breathtaking.
Her long black hair, still slightly damp from the night air, framed her face and spilled down her back in loose waves, making her look almost ethereal against the darkness.
Every curve of her was full and inviting and her heavy breasts that rose and fell with each quiet breath, a narrow waist that flared into soft, generous hips, and thighs that looked smooth enough to make a man forget his own name.
The tips of her nipples were a delicate pink and already tight from the cold night breeze.
Between her legs, the soft folds of her pussy were closed and equally pink, looking untouched, as though they were quietly declaring that no man had ever claimed her.
And that was the truth. Bu Lianxiang had lived for millions of years and remained a pure maiden. That purity was part of the boldness that brought her here tonight.
