Outside the room.
Su Nanzhi leaned against the wall, her long, snow-white neck stretched to its limit. Her moist, luscious red lips were slightly parted, letting out silent, breathless gasps.
At this moment, she felt as if her entire body was about to ignite, her mind inundated with the scenes she had just witnessed. Deep within her, it seemed as if a door, dormant for over twenty years, was slowly beginning to open...
The delicate hand that had ventured inside her skirt to tease her bud of pleasure was already slick with the nectar she herself had released.
Her stocking-clad legs, slightly parted, trembled incessantly, as if they could no longer support her body's weight, causing her delicate form to gradually slide down the wall.
Suddenly, her dazed eyes regained a hint of clarity. She abruptly stood straight and withdrew the hand that had ventured under her skirt. She looked at the hand, now covered in her nectar, and her beautiful eyes quivered with disbelief.
