The long robe was not like the modern clothes, with buttons made of tightly compressed fabric, small and difficult to unfasten.
The buttons extended from the neckline to below the waist, placed closely together; unbuttoning them all was quite a task.
But sometimes, the act of gradually undoing each button was also a way for two people to connect and heat things up.
As Li Ming pressed the voluptuous body of Sister Yu'er, with whom he had grown up, against his own, his breathing became rapid while he unbuttoned her gown. Their abdomens pressed together, buttocks against thighs, he could feel the softness of the woman beneath him.
Gazing at the red lips just inches away, then her chin, her face, he felt an irresistible whiteness emerge, and couldn't help but kiss those lips fiercely, indulging in a few more moments of sheer pleasure.
"Sister, mmm~"
"Who else could Sister Yu'er and Little He be with, except you?"