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Lin Zimo's warm, large hand enveloped Shi Luoyin's soft, tender little hand, guiding her on how to knead the dough with the right pressure and rhythm.
"Feel the texture of the dough—it can't be too soft or too hard. Knead it like this... follow my movements..."
His deep, resonant voice echoed through the air, utterly captivating.
Shi Luoyin watched his every motion intently, trying to etch them into her memory.
Following his instructions, she placed her hands on the dough, folding her fingers to press both palms and fingertips into it.
She did her best to mimic him, but her movements felt stiff and awkward.
"Don't rush—practice makes perfect. Take it slow," Lin Zimo said softly, noticing her frustration and comforting her gently.
"Kneading dough takes time and patience. It might feel tricky at first, but a few more tries and you'll get it."
He reached out with one hand, gently pressing it over hers, helping her find that satisfying rotational rhythm.
His touch made Shi Luoyin's cheeks flush, but she soon sank into the cozy, joyful atmosphere.
Under his guidance, she grew more confident, adjusting her technique and force with each pass.
Time slipped away at their fingertips as the dough smoothed out into glossy, pliant balls.
The process taught her not just how to knead dough, but the unique warmth and simple joy of kitchen life.
But while Lin Zimo taught with perfect seriousness, Shi Luoyin's face burned, her mind foggy, emotions stirring wildly.
The palm on the back of her hand was broad, fingers long and distinctly jointed, dexterous, with a unique rough texture on the pads.
As their hands rubbed together in the lesson, a strange tingling shot from her fingertips up her arm, making her heart itch unbearably.
"Use your finger pads to 'grab' the dough, make it soft and even."
Lin Zimo instructed while demonstrating with one hand, making sure she could see clearly.
Shi Luoyin's breathing quickened, her face growing hotter.
She cursed herself inwardly—why am I such a mess? Just kneading dough side-by-side with him, and I'm like this.
"Luoyin, why's your face suddenly so red? You running a fever?" Lin Zimo leaned down, peering at her with concern.
"N-no... it's hot..." Shi Luoyin stammered, mortified.
She wore a skimpy little tank top, her autumn-water eyes shyly rimmed red, her slender waist tied with a bow, her long, snowy legs quivering faintly.
Biting her plump lip with pearly teeth, she said, "Lin Zimo, I'm tired of kneading. You take over."
"Then lean back against me and rest. I'll handle it."
Lin Zimo said good-naturedly, his hands deftly working the wet, floury dough.
Shi Luoyin melted against his solid chest, inhaling his uniquely intoxicating masculine scent.
She went limp, pressing even tighter against his muscular frame.
Under Lin Zimo's skilled kneading, the dough lost its air bubbles and took on the perfect bread shape.
Next came the final 60-minute rise; after his touch, her dough doubled in size.
By now, Shi Luoyin could barely stand, trembling as she gripped the counter.
With a whiny cry, she said, "Lin Zimo, is it done? I'm exhausted." Kneading really was hard work.
"Almost there," he soothed. "Now we pop the risen dough into the preheated oven for 20-30 minutes."
Once he slid the trays in, Shi Luoyin collapsed over the counter.
The kitchen AC was busted—they were both drenched in sweat from the effort.
"Lin Zimo, my feet ache from standing so long. I wanna rest," she whined.
He untied his apron with a doting smile. "Alright, I'll carry you."
With that, he scooped her up princess-style.
Shi Luoyin ducked her head shyly, avoiding his eyes.
Her skin was creamy and flawless, her curvaceous body perfectly proportioned, waist slim, legs long and jade-white, feet dainty and cute.
Lin Zimo chuckled—Shi Luoyin was always so bashful, yet shockingly bold at times.
The next instant, his handsome face closed in. Her heart raced, pounding wildly...
A scorching tongue pressed against her lips, effortlessly parting them to plunge inside, stirring up a storm, greedily sucking her sweetness.
"Mm, ah, mm... Brother, you're so naughty, kissing me out of nowhere... ah... ah."
Her adorable, yielding response melted Lin Zimo's heart. He kissed deeper while sliding a hand up from her waist to her perky breasts. Spotting his intent, she arched into him, offering her body freely.
The feel of those tits was exquisite—soft, bouncy, igniting his lust like wildfire, surging through him until his brain blazed. His hands roamed shamelessly, mouth devouring her lip's nectar.
Suddenly, her little tongue darted out, tangling with his. His body jolted; his grip on her breasts intensified from caress to ravage, drawing blissful moans from her.
"Ah, Brother... your hands are so strong, squeezing my tits feels so good... I love it, ah, harder, oh yes, I love it like this... You haven't fucked me in days—are you pent up? Fucked other girls? Or jerked off?"
Her seductive moans and slutty cries were a battle horn in his ears. Ignited, he couldn't hold back. He set her on the dining table, hiking her hip-hugging skirt to her waist. It usually hid her figure, but this skirt showcased her assets perfectly.
Her pale, glossy skin gleamed; pink nipples trembled, hardening—clear signs of arousal.
"Fuck, baby... your tits got bigger, still growing. Shit!"
Thrilled by his praise, she looped her arms around his neck, burying his face in her cleavage.
That breast flesh was so soft and jiggly, like pressing into jelly—heaven. The moment his face met her silky skin, his cock throbbed erect, as if signaled.
"Mm, yum... so fucking tasty, baby... your tits smell amazing, fuck, how are they this good... mm."
Like a starving man, he devoured her huge breasts, slathering them in saliva. He nipped lightly, leaving red marks amid the sheen—lewdly enticing.
"Brother, are they that good? Ah, suck my nipple too... it's so itchy... lick it, ah."
Her seductive face and whorish moans broke him. He latched onto that rosy peak atop her pale mound.
Her nipple suckled like a babe's—electric jolts fired through her, scrambling her words into moans as she watched him feast.
"Ah, ah, so good... Brother, Brother, feels amazing... I love it, ah, you're so good at this, mm, Luoyin loves it... ah."
Her cries spurred him wilder; sucking lips made wet smacks, while his wicked hands mauled her other tit. Double assault—she was losing her mind.
The pleasure was overwhelming; she crushed his head to her breast, flesh melding with his handsome face.
He reveled in it—fucking her in her home thrilled him, like her parents were watching. She ground his face into her tits, saliva glossing her chest erotically. Admiring his work, her flushed, panting face—cheeks rosy as dawn.
"So fucking hot... shit, such a pretty slut..."
Instead of replying, she grabbed her phone and handed it over. "Film a video when you fuck me later. Lately, my masturbation material sucks... I wanna watch myself. Shoot steady, okay?"
Her bold, depraved request electrified him. He took the phone, switched to camera, and mauled one breast viciously while filming with the other.
"Ah, Brother, so rough... hurts so good, ah, filming now? Mm, Brother... I want it bad, your big cock... oh, fuck my slutty pussy, it's itching to death, so needy... ah."
Her utter sluttiness pushed him to the brink. He nodded: "Rolling... fuck, you're such a horny bitch... that face, that slutty look... goddamn... I wanna watch too, jerk to your video... send me a copy?"
Seeing his feral hunger, she giggled: "No way... you'd brag to others, woo... I'd be screwed. Focus on fucking me! Creampie me, you bad boy!"
He eyed her lewd face and the phone in his left hand—capturing every word and expression perfectly. Swallowing hard, he growled: "Fuck... I'll knock you up, fill that belly!"
Hearing he'd breed her, she grinned lewdly, spreading her legs wide, skirt bunched at her waist. Now she was naked save the skirt pile, thigh-high stockings, and heels.
That slutty spread drove him mad—she was the whoriest he'd ever met. Their first time, he'd forced five creampies; now she craved it. What a filthy woman.
"Come on, Brother... creampie me later? I want your cum!"
Grinning, she opened wider—nearly 120 degrees, knees up in an M. Lust ablaze, he filmed with one hand, the other trembling toward her exposed crotch. Touching the stockings, slick wetness; probing deeper drew a cry: "Ah!"
Clear nectar oozed from her slit, soaking the black nylons, dripping to her ass. A sexy vixen splayed in M-pose, face dripping lust and allure—no panties, just sheer stockings over her dripping cunt.
Gulp.
The swallow was loud; his filming hand shook, nearly dropping. Giggling behind her hand, she teased: "Like it, my good Brother?"
He panted raggedly: "Love it... fuck, too much."
She guided his right hand to her sleek stocking-clad thigh, sliding it up and down. Thigh silk plus nylon—synergy beyond sum, making his cock throb wildly in his pants, begging release.
Seeing his agony, she kicked off one heel with her free leg.
Clang~!
The crisp drop shocked; her long leg slid up his uniform to his mouth. That flawless, stocking-sheathed foot at his lips—he couldn't resist, tongue lashing out to suck.
"Ah, so good, Brother... your tongue's amazing, oh, lick my foot, mm, ah."
His tongue was pure ecstasy, tickling her nyloned sole—itchy bliss. He licked harder, obsessed, yanking her ankle close for savage worship, slobbering noisily: tch-tch-tch.
Her foot tasted divinely sweet; he drowned in it. Writhing, she pressed her other foot to his bulge, rubbing gently.
"Oh fuck, you... shit, you're such a cock-hungry slut... can't even let me savor your feet? Fuck."
Panting orchid-sweet, she moaned: "Ah, itchy... pussy's aching for your cock. Fuck me, film me getting railed... I need it, mm, hurry, stop licking—save it for fucking... ah, keep going."
She was feral with need—mouth or pussy empty, she'd shatter. Seeing it, he stripped his pants.
His pants dropped; the thick, long monster sprang free before her eyes.
So thick, so long... this huge cock...
Lin Zimo was gifted—and young, still growing.
He had her kneel. Obediently, she slid off the table to her knees before his crotch, gazing up sluttily at the twitching beast, pre-cum beading at the tip—heart pounding.
"Slutty cunt... suck my dick right. Make it good, and I'll pound your pussy hard... got it?"
She gripped the scorching, veiny shaft—intimidatingly girthy. Swallowing, she knew it'd feel amazing: "Okay, film steady, capture all my slutty faces... ah, hubby... pretty please?"
Next, she pecked the tip, lips parting, tongue teasing the slit: "I'm calling you hubby... darling... make me look hot... extra slutty, okay?"
Head down, she eyed the girth—then engulfed it. Halfway in, she gagged.
"Cough, urk... urk... so big... Hubby... your cock's huge... love it..."