Fine, gossamer-like silk draped her slender, jade-like legs, revealing the delicate, pale glow of her skin. She wore silver high heels with openwork uppers, exposing her beautiful arches, their soft, captivating lines drawing the eye.
It wasn't so much that the stockings adorned her legs, but rather that only flawless legs could perfectly accentuate their allure.
The restaurant was quite crowded. Although this private booth was the least occupied, there were still some customers and staff coming and going.
Those who entered couldn't help but cast their gazes upon this stunning figure, seemingly more captivating than the towering buildings outside the window.
"What exactly do you want?"
Xue Tang lightly bit her moist, cherry-red lips, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. Her watery eyes glanced sideways at Florence opposite her, as if she were suppressing something.
Florace seemed to be sitting slightly back, her hands resting on her lower body, gently caressing something. "Don't you know what I want?" Florence's lips curled into a smile, his eyes narrowing like a master hunter eyeing his prey.
His arm subtly pulled back, as if withdrawing something.
A strange blush rose on Xue Tang's pretty face, as if she were intoxicated, making her exquisitely beautiful. She opened her mouth as if to stop him, but under Florence's aggressive gaze, she trembled, her fair shoulders slightly raised.
Just then, a waiter carrying a tray passed by.
His eyes kept glancing in their direction. This was the second time he had deliberately passed by; the beautiful woman he had just seen was too stunning.
Suddenly, he noticed that the woman's two long, slender legs had somehow become so sparse that only one was still resting on the ground.
Where was the other one?
He unconsciously slowed his pace, then noticed an empty high heel on the floor—
A strange sense of surprise flashed through the waiter's mind, but just then, his eyes caught a glimpse of snow-white, smooth...rounded and slender.
It was a dazzlingly white leg...but where were the stockings?
His gaze followed the long, slender leg beneath the table, where the last glimpse of sheer black stockings still clung to the toes gave him the answer.
The thin stockings slipped from the beautifully shaped, delicate foot, lingering briefly on the pearly, slightly upturned big toe, instantly revealing a plump, slender, and exquisitely white toe.
That alluring glimpse of white skin was held in another large hand…
The waiter's heart pounded. He quickly lowered his head and hurried away, not daring to linger and look any longer.
"Mmm~"
Xue Tang bit her rosy lips lightly, her breathing becoming slightly erratic, and she couldn't help but let out a soft, panting sound.
A misty haze seemed to veil her beautiful eyes, her bright gaze carrying an alluring allure.
"Mmm, no... here... there are too many people..."
For some reason, the way he held her sensitive feet made her feel as if all her strength had been drained away.
His hands seemed to possess magic, touching and kneading her ankles, heels, and toes until they tingled and numbed, the strange sensation spreading from her soles to her thighs.
A wet, slippery sensation appeared on her lower body, as if soaked in oil.
Xue Tang instinctively tried to clamp something between her legs, but forgot that her "underwear" was very special today; soaked in honey-like fluid, the already smooth beads became almost impossible to touch.
The more she tried to close her legs, the less she could hold anything in, a faint tingling sensation rising between her lips.
Xue Tang whimpered a few times, her hazy eyes turning back to Florence. The man, however, leisurely and slowly lifted her other leg.
With a soft "thud," the other heel fell to the ground.
Florent's hand gently caressed her sensitive sole, causing Xue Tang's entire leg to tremble slightly.
The thought of resistance had unconsciously crumbled within her. Xue Tang squinted her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing, but it was even more futile.
This man seemed to have given her some kind of magic potion; the resistance that had filled her vanished the moment he touched her. It was like enjoying a lover's caress—a languid, listless, and arousing feeling.
"Mmm~ Ah~"
Just as she was lost in her reverie, she suddenly heard the soft sound of a zipper, and then Xue Tang felt a large, hot, and scalding object suddenly appear between her legs.
The enormous thing, when erect, was slightly longer than her legs, and its thickness, felt through her feet, was astonishing.
Xue Tang's beautiful eyes widened; she immediately knew what it was…
Florence covered her feet with her hands, one foot in black stockings, the other bare, clamping the thick, fleshy shaft.
Florence breathed softly, moving her delicate feet back and forth on the shaft with both hands, while mouthing to Xue Tang, "So tender."
Xue Tang bit her lip in embarrassment, nervously glancing around to see if anyone was coming. She tried to pull her feet back, but her soft soles slipped out along the sides of the shaft, her toes reaching the base, only to be pulled back by Florence's rounded, slender insteps.
One by one, her delicate, snow-white toes rested on the glans, her plump insteps gripping the ridge of the glans. Florence thrust gently, and the large, deep red glans repeatedly slipped in and out between her ten petal-like toes.
Her toes, as smooth and round as jade beads, were even more slippery and delicate, glistening with pre-ejaculate.
"Mmm~ Ugh~"
Xue Tang covered her mouth, her breasts heaving, unable to suppress a soft moan.
Seeing Xue Tang's flushed face and intoxicated eyes, Florence grinned slightly and quietly released his grip.
But her two fair feet seemed oblivious, continuing their mechanical, slight up-and-down motion without his hand's guidance… Florence subtly shifted his position, placing one of Xue Tang's tender feet under his lower abdomen, the soft, smooth instep perfectly supporting his erect penis, then placing the other foot directly on top of it.
Her heel, as smooth and delicate as a peeled egg, with a faint blush, her arch soft, white, and evenly pink, her exquisitely long, snow-white toes pressed tightly against his hot, erect penis, her heel barely touching the base, her toes barely reaching the glans.
He could only gently slide her soft, jade-like feet, giving his penis a myriad of exquisite thrusts.
Tender, powder-like feet, a hideous, grotesque penis—two utterly incompatible things, yet nestled so intimately together…
The soft moans and whimpering breaths couldn't reach the Luo family, more than ten miles away.
Li Dong finally made up his mind. He would wait until the Luo family's security forces were mobilized, and their defenses had more weaknesses, before sneaking in to investigate.
He leaped towards the towering building outside, but instead of plummeting down, he moved like a nimble cat, leaping and turning step by step along the unseen steps.
This was the advanced application of the "Dragon's Walk, Tiger's Step" technique.
He circulated his inner energy in his feet, releasing his true qi. The air was compressed into a small ball, then dissipated like a gentle breeze with a single snort, without a sound.
Even if pedestrians were right below, they would only feel a gentle breeze on their faces, completely unaware that a ghostly figure had just passed overhead.