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My heart was racing, my fingertips were even trembling slightly, but I still reached out.
My palm, tentatively yet abnormally firmly, fell gently on Kafka's exposed waist.
The sensation from my fingertips was first the cool air, then the astonishing delicacy and warmth of her skin.
Without an ounce of fat, yet not bony and thin, it was a perfectly balanced, resilient curve full of power.
The touch was smoother than I had imagined, like high-quality silk.
Kafka's body seemed to tremble imperceptibly, but she didn't dodge, nor did she stop me.
She just turned her head, those deep purple eyes watching me quietly, her eyes filled with a languid scrutiny, as if observing my next move.
Her acquiescence was like a silent encouragement.
My courage grew.
My other hand was raised as well, this time aiming for the dazzling fullness wrapped in black lace.
As my palm covered it, I first felt the slightly rough, exquisite texture of the lace, followed immediately by that astonishing softness and elasticity.
Different from Ruan Mei's cool gentleness, or the feeling of Herta's body that seemed slender yet held power, Kafka's figure was a perfectly mature female body in the true sense—full, abundant, and fleshy, yet tight in all the right places.
Every inch exuded the alluring scent of a ripe peach.
I couldn't help but knead it gently.
That sensation... was indescribably wonderful.
The softness under my palm deformed slightly with my movement, bringing a nearly suffocating sense of satisfaction.
And her skin, not just on her waist, but on her chest, was equally impossibly delicate.
Despite being a mature woman with a wealth of experience, her skin was as smooth and tender as the most delicate young girl—fine, tight, with almost no visible pores, as if she were the Creator's most perfect masterpiece.
This strange contrast intensified the otherworldly, fairy-like allure about her.
Kafka's breathing seemed to have a faint, imperceptible change, but she still didn't resist, allowing my hands to explore and roam over her body.
Her purple eyes were half-closed, as if immersed in some emotion, or waiting for something.
As my fingertips lingered on her silky skin and full curves, feeling that astonishing touch, my breathing became increasingly heavy.
The unique fragrance radiating from Kafka, mixed with the intoxication of lust, was like an invisible net, firmly winding around me.
Her acquiescence and those half-closed, languidly alluring purple eyes were silently telling me: You can go further.
Desire surged like a tide, drowning the last trace of hesitation.
I slowly leaned down, moving my face close to hers.
Her aura became clearer, carrying a trace of sweetness, teasing my nerves.
My lips tentatively, gently pressed onto her soft lips.
I had thought she would be passively languid as before, letting me take the lead.
But unexpectedly, the moment my lips touched hers, Kafka's response was so active and intense!
She almost immediately deepened the kiss, her soft lips pressing against mine with an irresistible force.
The next second, I felt a nimble, moist little tongue, carrying a trace of aggression, prying open my teeth, exploring into my mouth, and intertwining with my tongue.
!!!
This sudden enthusiasm caught me off guard, yet instantly ignited the flames throughout my body! Her kissing technique was skillful and bold, carrying a kind of confidence that controlled everything and a magic that made one sink into oblivion.
Her tongue tip skillfully teased and intertwined; every touch was like an electric current darting through my body, making my scalp tingle and making me almost lose the ability to think.
We kissed intensely, our breath mingling, our heartbeats drumming like thunder in the silent bedroom.
Her hands also looped around my neck, her fingertips inserting into my hair, pulling me tighter toward her.
In this suffocating hot kiss, my last shred of sanity burned away.
My hands were no longer satisfied with caressing over the lace, beginning to clumsily yet urgently search for the lingerie's clasp.
Kafka seemed to sense my intention, very cooperatively leaning forward slightly, even actively guiding my fingers.
With a soft "click," the final barrier binding that pair of astonishing fullness was unclasped.
The black lace lingerie slid off her smooth shoulders.
Then came the panties, likewise stripped off by me somewhat roughly yet with infinite desire.
Soon, the last bit of fabric left her body.
Kafka, completely naked, was fully exposed to my eyes.
The warm yellow light gently spilled over her exquisitely undulating curves, outlining every inch of perfect arcs.
Her skin, even more delicate and smooth than the finest ivory, glowed with alluring luster in the dim light.
Her full, erect breasts rose and fell slightly with her breathing, the two pink nipples at their peaks like ripe cherries, standing erect and sensitive, exuding a deadly temptation.
Below her flat, tight abdomen was a mysterious purple meadow matching her hair color, obscuring the valley of life.
Her long, well-proportioned legs were slightly closed, the lines beautiful and fluid.
She sat lazily on the edge of the bed like that, head tilted back slightly, allowing my greedy gaze to roam over her naked body.
Those purple eyes were veiled in a layer of mist, carrying a trace of blurred emotion and passion, yet still retaining that composure and allure belonging to Kafka, which saw through everything.
The sight before me was even more shocking and fragrant than any imagination.
This Stellaron Hunter, who had always seemed mysterious and in control of everything, was now showing her most private, most perfect side to me without reservation.
My breathing was completely disrupted, blood was rushing and shouting in my veins, and a certain part of my body was already shouting with primitive desire beyond my control.
My gaze couldn't move from her naked body, finally focusing on that mysterious valley covered in purple.
My breathing became more scorching, and my heart felt as if it were about to jump out of my chest.
I reached out, with a trace of trembling, and placed it gently on the inner side of her smooth thigh.
The skin was delicate and warm, the touch astonishing.
Kafka didn't resist, just looked at me with those purple eyes veiled in mist, with a trace of encouragement deep in her eyes.
Having gained her acquiescence, I gently, softly parted her slightly closed legs.
As her legs opened, that hidden scenery was finally displayed before my eyes without reservation.
The mysterious purple pubic hair, like her hair color, was not particularly dense, covering the slightly raised area just right.
And under that purple obscuration, was... an outer vulva shape that could be called perfect.
Full and round, like an exquisite bun, the labia majora and minora tightly adhered together, the lines clean and alluring.
What shook my soul even more was that when my gaze explored further down, I found that the tender place inside was actually showing an incredible, fresh, youthful pink color!
This formed a strong contrast with her mature, charming exterior, bringing a visual impact that was both extremely pure and extremely bewitching.
And, between the tightly closed slit, crystal-clear liquid had already seeped out, shimmering with moist luster, like dew on petals in the morning.
This was undoubtedly proof of her passion and signaled that the entry ahead would be unobstructed; it seems that extra lubrication was indeed no longer needed.
Kafka seemed to see through my burning thoughts at this moment and the focus of my gaze.
She looked at my somewhat obsessed state, and a more alluring smile curled at the corners of her mouth.
Then, she performed a movement that almost made me stop breathing—she gently lifted a hand, her slender fingers fell gracefully, and then with her fingertips, slowly, and with a composure that was almost like showing off, she parted her own tightly closed vagina!
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Following her finger's movement, the tightly adhered pink interior parted slightly to both sides, revealing the entrance to the deeper, more moist, and more mysterious passage.
The scene was direct and filled with ultimate temptation, as if silently inviting my entry.