The Devilish Figure
Imagining plunging his cock into Stephanie Seymour's tight, plump pussy, then gripping her gorgeous ass for a frenzy of wild thrusts—the raw physical pleasure combined with the psychological thrill. It had to feel incredible.
As Stephanie Seymour was just about to finish peeing, Xiao Yi didn't dare linger on the sight any longer. He quickly turned away and slipped quietly back to his seat.
Before long, Stephanie Seymour returned to her seat—but this time, she sat right beside Xiao Yi, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and gently pulling him into her embrace.
"Xiao... promise me... don't ever leave me, okay? Being with you... it makes me feel so happy... so safe... As long as you don't abandon me here all alone, I'll do anything you want... whatever you tell me to do... I'll... I'll..."
Perhaps from the constant tension without proper rest, compounded by the alcohol, Stephanie Seymour's words trailed off unfinished. Xiao Yi realized she had passed out drunk.
Since she was holding him close, Xiao Yi's face pressed firmly against Stephanie Seymour's snow-white, full, and perfectly rounded breasts!
The warmth, softness, smoothness, and springy elasticity enveloped his cheek, mingled with her faint, seductive body fragrance. Suddenly, Xiao Yi felt like an infant cradled in his mother's arms, resting peacefully.
The resonance between the two worlds was profoundly subtle. Though Xiao Yi knew there was no blood relation between them, some inexplicable maternal bond tugged at him deep down.
And from Stephanie Seymour, he sensed her affection laced with dependence, admiration, pride—even a hint of motherly love.
Xiao Yi nuzzled comfortably against her ample bosom, then tilted his head to glance at Stephanie Seymour, now asleep against the chair.
Tears clung to the corners of her eyes, yet a faint, happy smile curved her lips.
The dim cabin lights, blended with the pure moonlight streaming through the window, made her look like a goddess of the moon—elegant, beautiful, utterly alluring.
"Stephanie..."
Xiao Yi softly called her name.
"You didn't finish what you were saying. What would you do if I told you?"
He propped himself up, flipped their positions to draw Stephanie Seymour into his arms, and whispered hotly into her ear.
"Mmm~~~"
The tingling sensation on her earlobe drew a soft, contented hum from Stephanie Seymour, her pale cheeks flushing crimson.
Holding her like this felt utterly divine to Xiao Yi.
He switched off the kitchen's incandescent light, letting the moonlight bathe her exquisite features in a silvery glow as he admired her to his heart's content.
His hand gently stroked her chestnut curls.
This little vixen must have specially washed her hair to greet him, not sparing her precious water reserves. Up close, it seemed she'd even taken care to groom herself—no makeup, but that bare-faced beauty made her seem more real, more innocent, more purely stunning than in any magazine he'd seen.
Xiao Yi could smell the fresh fragrance from her hair.
Nothing like the tangled mess from yesterday.
Stephanie Seymour's features were perfection: big blue eyes, long lashes, a perky Western-style nose, full and tempting red lips...
All so refined, so irresistibly seductive.
Especially those plump, inviting lips—Xiao Yi ached to press his own against them, to explore with his tongue.
If it came to facial beauty alone, Nicole Kidman suited his tastes more. In raw looks, Nicole had the edge.
But in sheer sexiness and allure?
Stephanie Seymour was top-tier.
A body like hers was one in a million.
In his previous life, Xiao Yi had seen women with similar voluptuous figures—huge tits, fat asses, tiny waists—but most were Photoshopped illusions or surgical fakes. Some looked hot in photos but disappointed in person, even coming off awkward and unnatural.
Stephanie Seymour was different.
Hers was purely natural. It was 1993—no plastic surgery boom yet, no Photoshop at all.
Her devilish figure was the real deal, a born seductress.
Her long, shapely thighs; perky, juicy ass; massive, rounded super-breasts—they harmonized flawlessly with her slim waist. No dissonance, just natural perfection, a masterpiece of curves.
Gazing at the snow-white swell of her ample cleavage spilling from her open collar, Xiao Yi could no longer contain his desire. His hand grew restless.