Ireta's face was graced with only a shallow smile; she didn't feel much shame over such matters. Her arms, like lotus stems, wrapped around Qin Chu's neck, her smooth body pressed against his chest, and her delicate little mouth gently kissed his face and lips.
The slow motion was filled with tenderness, and it was gradually igniting the fire in Qin Chu's chest.
Just when Ireta felt it was almost time to slip off her long dress and black stockings, Qin Chu stopped her.
As the woman he considered most suited for stockings, if she were without the embellishment of stockings, she would lack some allure. An opportunity like this, which was hard to come by, should be perfect, shouldn't it?
Ireta cast a coquettish glance at Qin Chu, clearly aware of his intentions, and yet she completely indulged his somewhat perverse preference. Her slender waist began to press down, tracing a enchanting curve between her chest, waist, and hips as her black skirt fluttered lightly.
