Dancing Statistics

[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-18. IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS]

Letting go of her phone and dropping it on the bed, Yanmei bit her lip and threw her head back to the pillow. Anton slid her body downwards as he went under her sleeping dress. 

Since they had been doing more intimate acts, Yanmei had shifted from wearing pajamas to comfortable silk nighties. 

Gradually, she felt her underwear go down with his hand. She unwittingly raised a leg, ultimately finding the lace thong hanging from her knee. She felt his hands trace her outer thighs, pulling up her sleeping dress up to her waist. 

"Aaaahhhh... Hmmmmm." Yanmei's brows drew together the second she felt him devouring her rose. She bit her forefinger as she thought, 'I can't believe I am falling for this.... but it's so good.'

Soon his hands made its way to her breasts. Anton stopped teasing on her clit, just to say, "Am I... forgiven?"