Kang De continued to kiss and gnaw roughly. The soft yet resilient nipple hardened little by little under his teeth, from being nearly round to resembling an upturned finger. After ravaging it for a while, Kang De reluctantly released the second young lady of the Luo family's breasts, his large mouth slicing down along the round, full breast rim, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.
Chest, ribs, armpits, slender waist, navel…
Further down, the leather pants, which were only halfway down, became an obstacle. Kang De simply stood up, his hands moving from the second young lady of the Luo family's rounded waist to her rounded hips, grasping the leather pants and slowly pulling them down.
Slender yet shapely, thighs as white and smooth as snow, calves as straight and delicate as an elf's...
As black and white separated, a pair of snow-white, translucent feet, adorned with ten petals, emerged, like two flawless, beautiful white flowers.
Kang De took a deep breath and grasped the tender white feet in his hands. His wrist rested against the smooth, delicate heel, like a boiled goose egg; his palm nestled against the soft, powdered arch of the foot; his fingers rested on the plump, tender sole, like the paw pads of a newborn kitten; the last joint of his middle toe just extended beyond the rounded, slender toe.
With just a handful of his hands, he could completely envelop those soft, delicate little feet. They were indescribably tender and beautiful, soft and boneless, warm yet with a cool, smooth feel. Kang De couldn't help but knead and rub the white feet like soft jade, their soles tinged with a faint orange-pink, without a single rough mark, their insteps as smooth and delicate as mutton fat jade, and their toes as delicate and exquisite as scallions.
"Sizzle~" Finally, Kang De couldn't resist licking the tender, plump toes, sucking and licking each round, delicate toenail. His tongue swept across the closed, white indentations of her toes. He slowly widened his eyes; he felt that even Luo Yutang's delicate toes seemed to be coated with honey, carrying an unusual sweetness.
He, of course, didn't know that this was the beauty of the Yin Body. It wasn't real "honey," but rather Yutang's secreted sweat and faint body fragrance, containing extremely high-quality hormones. Its allure to men was self-evident, so much so that it tasted like honey yet not honey, like a strange, sweet fragrance.
But to the girl herself, it was just a faint, pleasant scent…
"Sizzle…" Kang De held two snow-white lotus feet in his hands, licking and caressing each of her spring-like jade toes, unable to stop.
Just as Kang De was licking a pair of delicate, white feet, Luo Yutang, lying on the sofa, subtly furrowed her brows and seemed to purse her lips slightly, a subtle movement unnoticed by anyone in the heated atmosphere.
The room was filled with Lingxuan's desperate sobs, her eyes blurry with tears, accompanied by the buzzing of an electric vibrator vibrating between her round, pert buttocks, and the constant "slurp" and "slurp" sounds of kissing and licking.
It turned out that besides Kang De, the assassin Harris from Shikishima had also stripped Lingxiu down to her torn stockings. Her long, shapely legs were covered in saliva, especially her exquisite feet, which were stained with dark fluid, even the toes and heels.
As for those breasts, though not much larger than Lingxuan's, their unusually firm and white shape were repeatedly tasted. The two rosy nipples, like buds of cardamom, were sucked until they were pointed and erect, and a row of teeth marks remained on the pink areolas.
"I never expected her to be a virgin!"
Harris, having touched the policewoman's entire body, couldn't help but marvel. Assassination techniques included training targeting the musculoskeletal structure, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, finding the point of lethality. By analogy, Harris could also tell whether a woman had experienced sexual intercourse from the shape of her pelvis.
It only failed with one person: the girl named Luo Yutang whom he had just captured. Her body seemed to be in the most proportionally perfect state, the position of her bones, the ratio of muscle to fat, all exceptionally perfect. From the outside, it was impossible to tell whether she was a virgin—until he personally reached into Luo Yutang's leather pants, pulled aside her lace panties, and stirred her tender little opening a few times.
—Not a virgin.
Yet every virgin bites…
However, this was only the case with Luo Yutang. With Lingxiu, he finally regained his confidence.
Hattori Harris parted Lingxiu's long, beautiful legs, which were both round and firm, with skin as smooth as cream, revealing strong, muscular muscles beneath. The legs curved into a lewd M-shape from the knees. The two round, large buttocks were slightly protruding due to firm muscles, presenting a firm, peach-shaped buttock with wide hips, slightly flattened sides, and a slightly protruding apex.
Between her snowy buttocks, a delicate chrysanthemum-like flower, lightly adorned with chrysanthemum patterns, bloomed gracefully. Two long, slender hamstrings stretched taut at the base of her rounded thighs, and the mons pubis was high and rounded. Compared to her firm thighs, the mons pubis was as plump and tender as snow, and unexpectedly, it was covered with thick, curly pubic hair.
Like a dense, dark, inverted triangle of grass, her vulva resembled a plump peach or a voluptuous abalone, a pale pink hue. Two delicate labia minora, like engorged orchid leaves, peeked slightly from her full vulva, glistening with moisture, exuding a slightly fishy, sweaty, and even faintly urine-like, exotic musky scent.
Hattori Harris, spreading her long, snow-white legs, lowered his head and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent between her thighs. Who would have thought that this calm, strong, and beautiful policewoman possessed such a voluptuous and sensual vulva!
Hattori Harris's slender, pale fingers slid along her porcelain-smooth thighs to her delicate vulva, clearly feeling the firm muscles beneath the skin, etched with the marks of exercise. His two thumbs rested on the relatively sparse, plump labia majora, slowly parting them.
Instantly, it resembled a pair of delicate flowers blooming. The inner labia were a pale pink, the two petals a tempting cherry red, and the flesh glistened with moisture. The entrance was surrounded by pale pink folds, like tiny flower stamens, without even a small opening the size of a little finger—clearly incredibly tight.
After the ravaging licking that had just ravaged her entire body, the sensitive vulva was completely wet. The distinct layers of her vulva, like delicate petals glistening with morning dew, were incredibly alluring and seductive.
Harris stuck out his tongue and licked the entire vulva with a soft "slurp," the pink flesh distorting all over under his tongue. The two delicate labia were teased and manipulated like trembling flower petals. After a few licks, the clitoral hood, about the size of a peanut, glistening with a pearly sheen, trembled as it emerged from its skin, exposed to the teasing touch of his tongue.
"Slurp, slurp..."
Harris pressed his lips to the vulva, sucking on the tender clitoris along with the bud. While continuously sucking, he also freely rubbed and licked it with his tongue. The soft, resilient, and elastic bud was tossed about, swelling larger and larger, yet remaining firmly erect.
The delicate little bud, treasured for over twenty years, was being played with like this, causing the policewoman's body to tremble involuntarily. Her slender waist arched, her brows furrowed in distress, and the glistening toes on her black-stockinged feet, wet with saliva, curled up. From her rosy lips came incessant, soft, baby-like gasps.
"Sono kanojo wo sakta!" Hattori Harris growled, raising his thick, erect penis, the shaft adorned with beads, making it appear even more ferocious and terrifying, and aimed it at her open, pink vulva.
"Ugh...!"
The massive pestle plunged down, instantly forcing open the two plump labia, a single, poignant drop of blood blooming on the pestle. As the pestle continued its penetration, a trail of bright red blood trickled down from the bottom corner of the stretched-out clam-like mouth, the white skin contrasting sharply with the crimson, creating an indescribably tragic beauty.
The purity that the beauty had cherished for over twenty years—withered away in that instant.