At the same time, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to her two rounded, plump thighs. The thighs were incredibly long, white and smooth, with a delicate pink sheen, and when pressed together, they resembled two sections of snow-white jade pillars.
The graceful lines of her plumpness were taut with muscle definition. Her buttocks were like mountains, stretching her scarf taut. Between her thighs, due to the fullness of her hips, they couldn't completely close, creating a deep, plump crevice that led directly to a wondrous realm.
Her waist was so slender, its curves tapering abruptly from her buttocks, narrow and rounded, with a serpentine allure.
Her upper body, lying prone, was elevated by her full breasts, the curves descending abruptly from her upturned buttocks, then rising again at her shoulders and back, forming a breathtakingly alluring line at her waist. Her impeccably perfect figure made Xiang Anping swallow hard.
The lust within him burned fiercely, like dry tinder.
Finally, without realizing it, his hands had moved from her calves to her plump, smooth thighs.
Jiang Yingji seemed to tremble slightly, her beautiful legs clamping tightly together, her swan-like neck arching, emitting a soft, almost choked moan, the last syllable carrying a hint of a sob, utterly captivating.
Xiang Anping felt a shiver run through him, a tingling, burning sensation spreading through his body, his vision almost blurring, nearly causing him to lose his senses.
But the woman before him was the Queen of Shanghai, not some naive girl drugged and casually slept with in a nightclub, nor one of those "socialites" who used their bodies to roam among men.
She controlled a vast empire, wielding unfathomable power; she was the absolute queen of Shanghai's business world and underworld, the kind who held life and death in her hands.
Even though the old servant had assured him that the Queen of Shanghai had been influenced by her methods, transferring some of Li Dong's feelings to him.
The Queen of Shanghai's attitude towards him these past few days seemed to confirm this, but Xiang Anping still dared not be careless. Without real "proof," how could he dare to be presumptuous in front of the Queen of Shanghai?
Suddenly, he remembered the old servant's words: "Don't suppress your desires."
A thought struck him. Now he could only follow the old servant's advice. Although he still felt some fear towards the Queen of Shanghai, he was already in a state of utter defiance.
Even if he were told to retreat, he absolutely wouldn't budge!
Thinking of this, Xiang Anping suddenly bent down, cupped her two plump, pink feet in his hands, and without hesitation, opened his mouth and took the round, smooth, and full big toe and the other two delicate toes into his mouth. His tongue curled up, teasing and sucking between the toes.
Jiang Yingji's body trembled, her hazy eyes glistening with moisture. When the masseur touched her legs, she felt that extremely familiar, nostalgic warmth from his hands. Her feet, massaged, felt tingly and numb, as if a lingering electric current was passing through them.
The numbness in her soles and toes lingered, gradually transforming into a tingling itch. Her feet seemed to have become erogenous zones; the sensations of itching, soreness, numbness, and heat were amplified, impacting her soul time and again.
And it wasn't a coincidence that her feet felt this way. Where those hands had rubbed and caressed, it seemed to leave a burning mark, making the skin there feel like ants were crawling, even more tingling and sensitive.
Finally, when those hands reached between her thighs, Jiang Yingji couldn't help but tilt her head back slightly, letting out a trembling moan.
A strange fire, stirred by a tingling current from deep within her lower abdomen, ignited within her. Her lower body felt slightly moist, as if coated with a layer of oil between her tender lips, warm and slippery, bringing a strange, electric-like pleasure with the slightest movement.
But this unexpectedly pulled her from her daze. Her mind cleared slightly, and she realized something was wrong. Just as she was about to check the situation…
Suddenly, her jade-like toes felt a warmth. Something smooth and supple had slipped between her tender toes, wantonly licking and sucking…
"Ahhh!"
Her sensitive toes were being sucked, full and moist. Her big toe, like a flower petal, was sucked until it was glistening and smooth. Her two delicate, translucent toes were sucked separately, and her small, agate-like cherry-colored toenails were circled by the tip of a tongue.
Jiang Yingji had never considered her toes to be particularly sensitive. Her husband had never kissed them there, and other men… couldn't bring her much pleasure.
But now, a wet, sticky tongue, darting and coiling like a snake between her toes, felt an unusual heat, like a hand, no, even more intense.
The sensation of her limbs, frozen like snow, being immersed in warm water was tingling and electrifying, giving her a profound pleasure and comfort. Her lower body suddenly became moist again, and ants seemed to crawl between her labia.
"Zhiyu~"
Jiang Yingji felt as if she were dreaming, because only her deceased husband had ever given her this feeling.
A hazy, languid feeling washed over her again. She wished she were dreaming, if… she could see him in her dream.
Suddenly, a burning sensation crept up from her toes along the soles of her feet, her calves, her thighs, and then two scalding hands grasped the inside of her plump, soft thighs. Jiang Yingji's body trembled, and her thighs involuntarily parted slowly.
Ten fingers sank into her porcelain-smooth, tender, milky legs, encountering no resistance as the two long, plump thighs gradually separated. The loose knot of the scarf wrapped around her hips and thighs was untied by this movement.
Her rounded, full buttocks, plump like snow-capped mountains, were barely held up by the towel, slowly sliding to one side, instantly revealing her soft, white, smooth, and full buttocks, like a perfectly boiled egg.
Between the two plump, round, peach-like buttocks was a shallow, pinkish mound, about the size of a thumb's pad, with delicate chrysanthemum-like patterns in a very pale cherry-pink, the ends tightly swirled together, indescribably close.
Between her full thighs, two smooth, hairless, plump, and luscious labia majora clung tightly together, their peach-like opening glistening with a moist sheen. The pink petals were slightly parted, a mesmerizing rosy hue, and an alluring scent, like orchids and musk, with a slightly tart fruity aroma, filled her nostrils.
Xiang Anping had forgotten to swallow; his saliva was flowing freely. Even if the woman's private parts didn't perfectly match that perfection, it wouldn't diminish his desire.
However, what was presented before him was a sight of unparalleled perfection.
The two labia majora were so full and plump, the entire vulva like a snow-white peach parted in two. The delicate edges of the labia majora were slightly parted, tinged with a pale cherry red, and the folds were incredibly fine. The two pink, soft labia minora parted a thin pink slit, glistening with moisture.
This exquisitely beautiful vulva possessed an indescribable mature charm, yet also seemed to exude an inappropriate girlish tenderness, its voluptuousness and allure reaching the pinnacle.
Saliva dripped from his lips, as if reminding Xiang Anping. He swallowed hard, feeling an unbearable throbbing in his lower body. Even wearing only boxer shorts felt unbearably restrictive!
Xiang Anping bent down and pulled down the shorts, his penis springing out. The thick, round shaft, with its bulging veins, resembled a coiled dragon. The glans was swollen and greasy like a boiled egg.
The entire penis was an unnatural pale red, the glans a vivid, blood-red. Xiang Anping was momentarily stunned, for he had never experienced such a change in his genitals before. He admitted he was somewhat frightened.
But under his gaze, the more erect penis than ever before slightly tilted upwards, its clumsy appearance carrying a hint of male grotesque ferocity.
He felt better than ever before, and he suspected the old servant had done something to him.
If that were the case, he really wanted to thank the old servant!