As Golden Stone Media’s NO.1, Mou Keyan doesn’t have holidays in the conventional sense. Being touched on the buttocks by a man is truly a peculiar feeling. It’s not as intense or straightforward as when a man directly attacks your sexual characteristics, but it’s different from caressing other parts of your body, still carrying a strong symbol of playfulness and lust. Li Tong seemed to be able to feel Lu Jincheng rubbing his buttocks through his pants, as if adjusting the rhythm of his body, drawing from and exploring the rare plumpness and fullness of his exquisite figure. She needed this encouragement from Lu Jincheng that came from caressing, from playful teasing; she needed the stimulation that came when a man touched her buttocks. Because right now she was lying on Lu Jincheng’s body yet lacked the sexual experience to support what she needed to do: actively, to cater to Lu Jincheng, to even actively serve Lu Jincheng, achieving the effect she blurted out earlier, "to let Lu Jincheng relax." After all, she was just a girl without much experience, needing some encouragement, needing some teasing to plunge herself into a more disoriented world, to cover up her shyness and awkwardness, to do what she should do. Embarrassed and somewhat ashamed, a little at a loss, she began to kiss Lu Jincheng instinctively. This kind of kissing was subtly different from the lingering between lovers. She wasn’t seeking affection but offering her body, making the man comfortable. Thus, it was she who kissed Lu Jincheng, starting from the brow bone, to the corner of the lips, to the chin, to the neck... a worshipful, sensual, servile kiss. This made her very shy, yet satisfying, as the touch transmitted through the lips, like magic, grew more excited with each kiss, imprinting her soft, fragrant lips on every inch of Lu Jincheng’s skin. She could sense that these kisses, laced with a "serving" flavor, pleased Lu Jincheng, as his breathing grew heavier and rougher, while she distinctly felt a growing, sturdy rod-like object beneath his pants poking at the soft contours of her abdomen. She kissed more fiercely, left, right, up, down, as if unsatisfied, afraid Lu Jincheng was not satisfied enough. Recklessly, she began unbuttoning Lu Jincheng’s shirt, one by one, as Lu Jincheng’s hands were occupied, all depending on her effort to undress him until Lu Jincheng’s firm chest was fully exposed. Lu Jincheng’s hand on her buttocks squeezed even more forcefully, almost causing her little ass some discomfort, no, it’s very painful. Is this urging? Or announcing satisfaction? Or declaring henceforth ownership and invasion rights? She couldn’t help but let out "mmm mmm mmm" whimpers, originating from her rear, from her lower body, emerging from between her lips, culminating in her heart and expressing through her throat. She felt Lu Jincheng’s body increasingly tense, seemingly unsatisfied with her current body position. She adjusted her breathing, and straightforwardly, spread her legs and "sat" on Lu Jincheng’s thigh, her long legs split on either side of Lu Jincheng’s thigh, achieving a stable seat, further attaching closely to Lu Jincheng’s body. Meanwhile, Lu Jincheng’s palm could more comfortably touch her pelvic bone. Most importantly, covered by dress pants, hidden under briefs, her slightly secreting lower body could obediently face Lu Jincheng’s male emblem, at least making friction-filled invitations. "Ah... you prefer me wearing... pants? Or a skirt?" Because Lu Jincheng continued to play with her butt, making her delighted yet slightly flustered, regardless of her confidence in her own body, she always wanted to know at this moment if Lu Jincheng was satisfied with the tactile sensation he gained. Moreover, Lu Jincheng was very particular and had a distinct taste in clothing. Li Tong’s usual attire, including today’s shirt and trousers, were chosen based on secretly contemplating Lu Jincheng’s preferences; even at this moment, even when she was about to give herself, she wanted to hear Lu Jincheng’s preference. "You look beautiful in a skirt too, but it must be the kind that hugs the bottom... otherwise, pants are better." Lu Jincheng ravaged her buttocks, this time, due to her posture, the cheeks separated further, even exploring through the groove... almost touching her more private and shameful places, all the while genuinely appreciating and praising her: "Your figure is good, your butt is petite yet prominent, with a bit of an upward curve, it’s rare, so pants can wrap it beautifully." "In future... I’ll wear various pants for you? As long as you like... you’re comfortable..." "Skirts are needed too." "Hmm" she smiled, cheeks flushed: "Skirts are needed too." She began kissing his chest, mischievously and lewdly extending her wet, soft, long tongue to lick his nipples, reverently, yet playfully, whimpering while gradually exploring downwards, pecking lightly. She didn’t quite understand how to please a man, yet she couldn’t conceal her joy: Lu Jincheng’s chest was athletic, with a defined chest muscle contour, nipples like rivets; his abdomen was as what she imagined, firm, strong, and sexy. She was delighted and intoxicated: everything was like her dreams, even more stimulating. Inviting such an outstanding man to enjoy and squander her body was fulfilling. Her pants, her skirts, or everything of her could only be worn for him, taken off for him, to achieve the happiness she once dreamt during her youthful years. Nonetheless, she understood the "measure" here: This wasn’t mutual consensual lovemaking, but him enjoying her, her serving him, letting him experience pleasure was key. She needed to make him satisfied, make him happy, so she ultimately needed to cater, play with, serve, welcome the most important place. Lu Jincheng, today, wore casual blue-black jeans, and at this moment, the crotch area had a large bulging mass. Li Tong explored, unzipping it, then slowly tugged down the Lycra cotton underwear and jeans from Lu Jincheng’s hip. A hot, red-black, full rod sprang into view, with textured folds, shiny red glans, full testes, and dark pubic hair. This thing could certainly make women feel desire and excitement, satisfaction and craving; but anyhow, it almost always looked somewhat ugly and intimidating. Li Tong suddenly thought it’s a bit strange, knowing ugliness or beauty is merely "feelings" encoded in human genes; why did creation design a man’s phallus to possess some "ugly" features? Is creation somehow enjoying this peculiar stimulation: When a man invades a woman’s body, the woman, more or less, feels desecrated, humiliated, and dirtied. This is the man’s pleasure, also the woman’s pleasure. This fate was what she sought, and she finally obtained it. Amid satisfaction, anticipation, shyness, curiosity, excitement, indulgence, encouragement... indeed, she also felt a sense of shame and desolation. She lowered her head, letting her long hair fall over her face, then covered her eyes, expressing her shyness, actually slightly masking the tears glimmering in her eyes.