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Her words were like a spark of fire, so I stopped wasting time. My hands slid from behind to her chest, grabbing the small, soft breasts through the Saintess robe and gently kneading them. Although Loxi's breasts weren't large, they were soft and firm, the texture was like silk, and the handfeel was excellent. Moreover, the material of the Saintess robe was comfortable, reducing the obstruction of the fabric. My fingertips twirled around her sensitive nipples, drawing a gasp from her as her body arched involuntarily.
"Mmm... Brother... at least give me a warning... mmm..." Loxi's breathing grew heavy, her pupils filled with confusion. She bit her lower lip, trying to hide her bashfulness, but couldn't help twisting her body to match my movements. She shook her little head, her red lips coming up to kiss my neck, eager for a kiss, her tone filled with pouting: "Brother... I want... kiss me..."
I gently stroked Loxi's face and looked at her for a moment. Seeing the eyes filled with longing and need, I chuckled, leaned down, and kissed her red lips, my tongue nimbly probing into her mouth, entwining with her small tongue. Loxi's kiss was urgent, as if she wanted to pour all her grievances and longing into it. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her petite body pressing tightly against mine, the softness of her chest squeezing against my torso, teasing me until I was consumed by desire. While kissing her, I increased the force of my hand, my fingertips giving a gentle pinch to her nipple, drawing a sticky moan from her as her body softened in my arms.
I kept kissing her while increasing my strength, reaching through the neckline to directly knead her small breasts, my fingertips twirling around her sensitive nipples, drawing a low moan from deep in her throat. Our tongues were intensely entwined; Loxi moaned as she kissed me back, her breath seemingly carrying a sweet, cloying fragrance that made my mind spin. One of my hands continued to knead her breasts, while the other quietly slid down, lifting the hem of her Saintess robe, reaching toward her inner thighs. Through the thin panties, my fingers gently rubbed the base of her thighs, gradually feeling a warmth and moisture. Loxi's body gave a sudden shudder, a muffled moan escaping her lips; she kissed me even more urgently, as if she couldn't bear to part.
"Ugh... Brother... wait a second... there..." Loxi's voice was broken, spilling out from between our lips, carrying bashfulness and anticipation. Her legs clamped tight involuntarily, only to part slightly, as if silently permitting my further actions. I chuckled, my fingers nimbly catching the edge of her panties, gently lifting the thin veil to reveal a patch of pink, tender honey-slit. Her slit was already wet, shimmering with crystal-clear water, and exuding an alluring fragrance.
My fingers gently pressed onto her honey-slit, tracing along the soft entrance, teasing Loxi until her body shuddered, a sticky cry escaping her lips: "Ah ah... Brother... you're so bad... mmm..." As she kissed me, she couldn't help but moan, her voice as charming as a spoiled kitten. Her honey-slit was abnormally sensitive; a light touch from me caused it to contract, as if begging for more caresses. Loxi's kiss grew chaotic, her tongue stirring wildly in my mouth, as if she'd been overwhelmed by the pleasure.
"Brother, you bad egg, you always make me unable to stop..."
Separating from the kiss, Loxi stuck out her tongue to pant, but her body honestly accommodated my teasing. Her legs spread slightly, using her little slit to tease the massive bulge at my crotch until it was even harder. My fingers扣弄 (fiddled/probed) at her honey-slit, found that sensitive little bean, and gave it a gentle press. Loxi immediately arched her body, a high-pitched moan erupting from her mouth; she almost tumbled off me.
"Brother... ah ah... there... it's too stimulating..." Loxi's voice was tinged with a sob, as if she were overwhelmed by the pleasure. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails almost sinking into my skin, yet her body actively pushed up, matching my fingers. Her honey-slit was a mess of wetness, the aphrodisiac fluid flowing along my fingers, wetting the edge of her white silk over-the-knee socks, and exuding a lewd atmosphere.
I let out a low chuckle, temporarily letting go of her slit, and held up my fingers, which were covered in her fluid, before her face, teasingly saying: "Good sister, look at you—you're all wet like this. Are you that excited to do it with Brother?" Listening to my teasing, Loxi's face went as red as blood. Panting, she didn't bother with the aloof act, but looked at me while I was on top of her and said: "Who told you... to be so bad..." Her red lips leaned in again, kissing me urgently, as if wanting to cover her bashfulness with a kiss.
I hugged her waist, pinned her to the bed, my tongue continuing to ravage her mouth, while my fingers reached for her honey-slit again. This time, I didn't just tease; I inserted a finger directly and began to pump gently. Loxi's honey-slit was as tight as silk, the inner walls soft and slippery, tightly wrapping around my finger as if it couldn't bear to let go. As she kissed me, she emitted intermittent moans, the sound sticky enough to make one's blood boil.
"Ugh... Brother... ah ah... it feels so good..." Loxi's moans spilled out, her body twisting involuntarily, matching the movements of my finger. Her honey-slit made squelching sounds as I worked it, fluid spraying all over my hand; the area around the hem of the Saintess robe was soaked, as were her beautiful white-silk-clad legs. Loxi's mind was a blank, with only the longing for me remaining; she wanted to be filled by me immediately.
Looking at her charming appearance, I curled my lips into a wicked smile and whispered in her ear: "That was just the foreplay. Do you want Brother to give you something more stimulating?" My finger gave a gentle flick inside her slit, pressing precisely on her most sensitive spot. Loxi couldn't help but arch her body, her slit spasming and spraying a wave of fluid, her body trembling as she reached a small climax.
Loxi's gasps echoed through the bedroom; the candlelight flickered, illuminating her body as white as jade. The Saintess robe was pulled up messily to her waist, revealing her fair skin and her "White Tiger" little slit filled with fluid, the wet honey-slit shimmering with crystal water in the candlelight. She bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with intoxication, carrying a hint of bashfulness and longing, softly murmuring: "Brother... don't just use your fingers... I want... I want you..."