"...caress your breasts," finished the somewhat familiar voice on the phone.
Lei Fang bit her bottom lip nervously, but soon regained her resolve. After all, this wasn't the weirdest thing she'd done.
The martial artist placed the palms of either hand on the outside edges of her perky breasts. She began to rub back and forth, the feel of her hands on her bosom arousing her slightly.
She gripped down with her fingers, the tips of her middle fingers barely touching her areola. She moved her hands closer to the front and started to rub circles around her pert nipples. She squeezed her tits tightly, moaning in pleasure, starting to fell the wetness creeping in between her taut, muscular thighs when she was distracted by the phone ringing. Lei Fang drew in a breath and licked her lips as eh gave her breasts one last squeeze before answering the phone.
"That little treat will get you your other stocking, naughty girl." The voice sounded quite...excited, Lei Fang couldn't help but note with a smile. Her would-be tormentor continued: "Now, Lei, I want you to..."
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