He then grabbed the edges of her white stockings below her skirt with both hands and gently pulled them down along her thighs.
Why must stockings be worn so tightly?
Uesugi Sakura struggled to pull them down bit by bit.
Although the light was dim, he could still see her delicate thighs slowly being revealed, like peeling off an eggshell, fair and indistinct, yet full of sensuality.
Uesugi Sakura couldn't help but swallow twice.
Her large white thighs had an exquisite fleshiness, just right, a little more would be too thick, a little less would be too thin, right at the most appreciable stage.
Indeed, thighs should have a bit of flesh to have a feel.
Suppressing his urge to touch them, Uesugi Sakura held her soft and endearing foot, the rolled-up stockings slid from her ankle to her heel, then from her heel to her sole, finally leaving her toes.
Not a trace of excess flesh, only a hint of hazy pink, petite and cute, and a soft comfort in his hand that touched the heart.
