Wang Yue chuckled, stood up, and suddenly hugged the beautiful master's soft body from behind.
His hand slid down her smooth, jade-like back and into her buttock crease. His fingers found her tender labia, and he gently pulled them.
"Ah... gently...!"
Yu Suxin shivered all over as Wang Yue pinched the labia of her pussy. She turned and glared at him, telling him not to mess around.
"What's wrong, Master?" Yingying asked with concern from the other end of the phone, having heard the commotion.
"Mmm... nothing... mmm... I accidentally knocked over a bowl just now... hiss..."
Wang Yue's fingers gently caressed Yu Suxin's pussy, sending waves of numbness through her labia. Her hips began to writhe against Wang Yue's lower abdomen.
"Oh, Master, be careful. Are you burned?"
Yingying's tone was even more concerned.
"Oh... it's nothing... I just spilled it on the table, and with Master's cultivation, even if I were burned, it would be fine... oh..."
