yubing broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "you can touch now."
it was all the permission yuxin needed. her hands went straight for their prize, cupping the lace-covered mounds, her thumbs stroking the hardened peaks through the fabric. a groan rumbled in her chest.
"take it off," yuxin pleaded, her voice thick with need. "yubing, please, take it off."
"impatient," yubing chided softly, but she complied. she reached behind her, and with a few deft movements, the corset came undone. she shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
freed from their lacy prison, her breasts bounced softly. yuxin made a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a prayer.
"all yours," yubing whispered.
and yuxin, the powerful ceo, the titan of industry, bowed her head and worshipped at the altar of her wife. she feasted, her mouth and hands working in perfect sync, lavishing attention on each breast as if it were the most important project she'd ever undertaken.
