"Baby, that just means I'm taking your anal virginity right now," he rasped, voice thick with lust as he held himself fully seated inside her, savoring the way her virgin-tight passage gripped him like a burning glove. "How could I pull out after that? Just relax… it'll start feeling good soon, I promise." Ignoring her pleas completely, he drew back slowly until only the head remained, then drove forward again—harder, deeper, beginning a punishing rhythm that made her entire body jolt with every thrust.
Zhao Wen could only whimper and groan, her arms wrapping around herself as waves of intense sensation crashed through her. The pain was fierce at first, a white-hot stretch that made her feel impossibly full, but with every thrust her body began to adjust, the lubricant and her own growing arousal easing the way until pleasure started to coil low in her belly.
As Chen Ge's cock plunged in and out, her anus gradually relaxed and opened for him, the tight ring blooming around his shaft with each withdrawal. He could feel every ridge of her inner walls dragging along his length, the scorching heat and impossible grip sending electric pleasure shooting up his spine. It was completely different from the velvet softness of a pussy or the wet warmth of a mouth—this was raw, forbidden, exquisitely tight, and it drove him wild.
"Ugh… ugh…" Zhao Wen's groans turned deeper, more throaty as the pain ebbed into a dark, filthy pleasure she had never known. Her rectum felt like it might tear apart, yet at the same time the overwhelming fullness was starting to make her clit throb desperately, her pussy dripping untouched onto the floor between her trembling legs.
For Chen Ge, it was pure heaven. Her long, narrow anal passage gripped him like a custom-made sleeve, hotter and tighter than anything he'd ever felt. He took a deep breath, hands spreading her snow-white cheeks wide so he could watch his thick cock disappear into her tiny pink hole again and again, the sight alone nearly making him come on the spot. Slowly at first, then with growing confidence, he began a steady, powerful rhythm—long, deep strokes that made her entire body rock forward with every thrust, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her.
Later, unable to resist his favorite position, Chen Ge shifted them both. He grabbed Zhao Wen's slender arms with his left hand, pulling them behind her back like reins, forcing her torso up and her tear-streaked face toward the ceiling. Now she was truly mounted—ass high, back arched, completely at his mercy as he fucked her from behind like a rider breaking a beautiful mare. His right hand roamed freely, reaching around to grope and knead her firm, bouncing breasts, pinching her hardened nipples until she sobbed with pleasure-pain.
Zhao Wen could only endure it, her body trembling violently as the overwhelming sensations consumed her. The feeling of being used so roughly, so completely, in her most private place was too intense, too filthy, too good. Every thrust sent sparks exploding behind her eyes, her untouched pussy clenching desperately, dripping long strings of arousal down her thighs. Riding this gorgeous, innocent veterinarian like a stallion in heat, Chen Ge's conquest was absolute—his thick cock slamming in and out of her stretched, clenching anus with wet, obscene sounds that echoed through the empty hospital, claiming her virgin backside with relentless, dominating force.
The relentless, piston-like pounding had forced so much air into Zhao Wen's overstretched rectum that every brutal thrust now produced a series of obscene, wet "plop-plop-plop" sounds, like filthy little farts escaping around Chen Ge's thick shaft. The lewd noise echoed through the treatment room, mingling with the slap of his hips against her reddened ass cheeks and her broken, sobbing moans. Each time he pulled back, her ruined hole gaped for a split second before he slammed back in, pushing another pocket of air deeper inside her burning guts. The humiliation of the sounds only made Chen Ge harder, his cock swelling even thicker inside the scorching clutch of her bowels.
Finally, Chen Ge gripped her hips and forced her down onto all fours like a bitch in heat. He mounted her fully in the most degrading doggy-style position, one hand fisted in her hair, the other clamped on her waist, and began fucking her anus with savage, animalistic thrusts that drove her forward across the cold tile floor. Her knees scraped painfully as she was forced to crawl, her body jolting with every violent invasion. "Ahhhhhh! My ass is about to split in half! It hurts so much! I can't take it anymore! Ahhhhhh! Please, please have mercy on me!" she screamed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, her voice cracking into desperate sobs. But the raw, broken pleas only fueled Chen Ge's arousal, his cock throbbing hotter with every inch he buried inside her burning, battered rectum.
There was no finesse, no gentle rhythm, just pure, mechanical domination. His massive cock worked like a tireless pile driver, slamming in and out of her ruined back passage with machine-like precision and force. The slicked shaft glistened with lube and her own shameful juices, veins bulging along its length as it stretched her swollen ring obscenely wide. Each withdrawal dragged her tender rectal walls outward before he hammered back in, bottoming out against the deepest bend of her guts. The sheer brutality of it turned her cries into hoarse, guttural animal sounds.
Chen Ge's strong hands dug into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, spreading them brutally wide so he could watch his cock disappear into that tiny, punished hole again and again. His right palm came down in sharp, stinging slaps across her jiggling flesh, leaving bright red handprints that made her scream even louder. "Ahhhhh!" she wailed with every smack, her body lurching forward, her heavy breasts swinging wildly beneath her like pendulums, nipples scraping painfully against the cold floor as she was fucked across the room like a rag doll.
The pace turned frenzied. A constant wet "plop-plop-plop" accompanied every thrust now, the obscene symphony of air and lube being churned inside her guts growing louder and filthier. The glans of his cock made lewd squeaking noises each time it forced its way past her destroyed sphincter, the ridged head scraping raw against her inflamed mucosa. Zhao Wen's beautiful face twisted into a mask of pure agony, eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in a continuous stream of broken screams and drool.
The thick, burning rod inside her felt like molten iron, searing her from the inside out, setting every nerve in her rectum ablaze. "Ah… ahhh…" Her voice cracked, then suddenly went silent as the overwhelming pain finally dragged her under; her eyes fluttered shut and her body went limp, fainting dead away while still impaled on Chen Ge's relentless cock.
But the brief blackout only spurred him on. Feeling her body slacken, Chen Ge growled and redoubled his assault, pounding into her unconscious form with savage force. The sudden brutal thrust jolted her awake again, ripping a blood-curdling scream from her throat. "Ahhhhhh! Please… stop! You're killing me! My ass—my ass is destroyed!" she begged hysterically, voice shredded raw, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Chen Ge's cock continued its merciless piston motion, in and out, in and out, a full hour of non-stop anal ravaging. Sweat poured down his face and back, dripping onto her trembling body as he used her like a flesh toy. Her anus had long since lost any resistance; it gaped obscenely around his shaft, red and swollen, making wet, sucking sounds with every stroke.
Soon the tell-tale tingle shot up his spine. With a guttural roar, Chen Ge yanked her arms back hard like reins, arching her body painfully as he buried himself to the root one final time. His cock pulsed violently inside her ruined passage, the fat head flaring wide before unleashing thick ropes of scalding semen deep into her bowels. "Plop-plop-plop-plop!" the cum shot out in powerful jets, flooding her rectum until it overflowed, white rivulets leaking around his shaft and running down her trembling thighs.
Only when his orgasm finally subsided did Chen Ge slowly withdraw. His softening cock slipped free with a filthy, wet sound, leaving her gaping asshole a wrecked, twitching mess. He squatted behind her, admiring his handiwork: those plump, reddened cheeks still quivering, the once-tiny ring now a puffy, inflamed rose unable to close, a dark little tunnel the width of a marker pen staring back at him. Thick streams of pure white semen oozed out in slow, viscous rivers, pooling beneath her on the floor, an utterly depraved and beautiful sight. Zhao Wen lay collapsed and motionless, utterly broken.
Chen Ge flipped her limp body over. Her pretty face was a wreck: eyes glassy and unfocused, drool trailing from the corner of her swollen lips, soft whimpers escaping with every shallow breath. Without hesitation he straddled her chest and shoved his filthy cock, still streaked with semen, lube, and faint traces of her own filth, straight into her unresisting mouth. She didn't react, just let him pump in and out until every inch was cleaned by her warm, slack tongue and lips.
Satisfied, Chen Ge tucked himself away, zipped up, then gently lifted Zhao Wen's ravaged body and carried her to the recovery bed in the corner. He dressed her with surprising tenderness, pulling her skirt down over her ruined, leaking backside, buttoning her blouse over trembling breasts. Finally he stepped back into the reception area, calm and composed, and waited patiently as if nothing had happened, the faint scent of sex and surrender still hanging thick in the air.
By the time the wall clock ticked past eleven, the storm outside had quietened to a steady drizzle, but inside the clinic the air still felt charged. The inner door creaked open, and Zhao Wen shuffled out, her face flushed crimson, one hand pressed to the small of her back and the other gingerly supporting her left buttock. Each step was careful, almost comical; she winced, twisted her ankle slightly on the threshold, and had to catch the doorframe to steady herself. In her arms she cradled the freshly cleaned white cat, now wrapped in a soft blue towel, while a small woven basket containing the four lifeless kittens dangled from her elbow. She shot Chen Ge a look that was equal parts embarrassment and indignation, as if the entire universe had conspired to humiliate her in front of a stranger.
"I was quite surprised," she muttered through gritted teeth, lowering the cat onto the counter with exaggerated care. "She's actually stunning. Snow-white, long fur, perfect bone structure; definitely from a high-end breeding line. It's just that long gash across her face… such a waste. If the scar hadn't split her brow and cheek, she'd be flawless. Unfortunately, we can't remove it without risking nerve damage, so she'll carry that mark forever." Zhao Wen's voice still carried a tremor of lingering shock; a fresh red scratch peeked above the collar of her white coat, and the seat of her trousers had a small, unmistakable tear. The "pretty" cat had clearly put up one final, ferocious fight when consciousness returned.
Chen Ge barely recognized the creature now resting on the counter. Gone was the blood-matted, mud-caked stray that had hissed at him from a soggy cardboard box. In its place lay a cat so pristine it looked sculpted from moonlight: fur thick and plush, each strand catching the clinic lights like fresh silk. Yet the most arresting feature was her eyes; one a clear, crystalline sapphire blue, the other a deep, glowing ruby red. Heterochromia so striking it felt almost supernatural. The mismatched gaze fixed on Chen Ge with calm intelligence, no longer wild with pain, but still wary, still measuring whether this new human could be trusted. A low, almost imperceptible rumble vibrated in her throat; not a growl, but a reminder that the claws were still there.
"Why would anyone abandon something this beautiful?" Chen Ge murmured, genuinely baffled. The cat tilted her head slightly, the motion graceful despite the fresh stitches marching across her face like a permanent tear. Zhao Wen exhaled through her nose, adjusting her weight off the sore hip the cat had apparently used as a launchpad. "I'm not trying to scare you," she said, lowering her voice, "but picking up strays like this, especially ones that clearly came from money, is rarely harmless. Owners don't just toss out a cat this expensive because they got bored. Usually there's a reason: bad luck, a death in the family, some old superstition about odd-eyed cats being doorways for spirits… Take your pick. In the countryside they'd have drowned her at birth." She gently transferred the warm, towel-wrapped bundle into Chen Ge's waiting arms. "Anyway, she's yours now. You wanted responsibility; here it is. There are dozens of smaller wounds under the fur. Check them twice a day, keep the antibiotics on schedule, and for the love of God, trim her claws before she redecorates your face."
The cat settled against Chen Ge's chest with surprising calm, the low rumble fading into a cautious, almost reluctant purr. Her mismatched eyes never left his, and in that moment Chen Ge felt the weight of a silent contract: she had chosen to live, and now she was choosing to see where this strange human would take her. Zhao Wen handed over the small basket with the four tiny, cold bodies, her expression softening. "Bury them properly. She'll know if you don't." Outside, the rain had finally eased to a whisper, streetlights shimmering on wet pavement. Chen Ge nodded, cradling both the living cat and the fragile basket of the dead, and stepped back into the night; the scar-faced, odd-eyed survivor warm against his heartbeat, already more than just a stray.
The rain hammered relentlessly against the pet hospital windows, turning the world outside into a blurred gray curtain. Chen Ge had already placed an order on the ride-hailing app twenty minutes ago, but the screen still showed no driver available. The combination of the late hour and the torrential downpour had emptied the streets. Zhao Wen bit her plump lower lip, glancing at the storm and then back at him. She couldn't bear the thought of kicking him out into that mess. "Just… wait a little longer inside," she murmured softly, pulling a chair closer. They began chatting about nothing in particular (the cats she treated, the haunted house he ran), but Chen Ge's eyes kept betraying him. They drifted shamelessly over the generous swell of her breasts beneath the thin blouse, down the smooth expanse of her snow-white thighs exposed by her short skirt. Every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs, the soft rustle of skin on skin sent a pulse of heat straight to his groin.
"By the way," Chen Ge said suddenly, his voice dropping into a concerned, almost professional tone, "didn't you twist your ankle earlier while chasing that stray dog? Let me take a proper look. If it swells overnight you'll regret it tomorrow." His mind was already racing with deliciously wicked possibilities, the excuse forming perfectly on his tongue.
"No, really, it's fine," Zhao Wen answered quickly, a flicker of nervousness in her large eyes. She could feel the lingering ache, but something about the way he was looking at her made her heart stutter. "I'll just put a hot compress on it when I get home." She pushed herself up from the chair, using the reception desk for support, trying to prove she was perfectly capable.
Two steps. That was all she managed. A sharp, electric pain shot through her ankle, buckling her knee and sending her tumbling forward with a startled cry. "Watch out!" Chen Ge moved like lightning, catching her before she hit the floor. One strong arm looped around her slender waist, the other instinctively cupping the plush curve of her ass to steady her. The sudden full-body contact pressed her soft breasts flush against his chest; he could feel the frantic beat of her heart and the warmth radiating from her skin. Zhao Wen's breath hitched. She was half-suspended in his arms, legs dangling, cheeks burning crimson as she realized exactly where his palm was resting.
"Are you alright? Does it hurt bad?" Chen Ge asked, his voice low and serious, but his hand didn't move from her ass. In fact, his fingers spread slightly, savoring the firm, yielding flesh beneath the thin fabric of her skirt.
"I… I twisted it again just now…" she whispered, mortified. Leaning against his solid frame, she became acutely aware of how intimate their position was: her body molded to his, thighs brushing his hips, the unmistakable bulge in his pants pressing against her lower belly. Her voice came out softer, sweeter than intended, almost a whimper that sent a visible shiver through him.
"Let me take a proper look this time. No arguments." Before she could protest, Chen Ge swept her up bridal-style and carried her the few steps to the low recovery sofa, laying her down gently. He knelt in front of her, deliberately placing both of her legs across his lap. The motion caused her skirt to ride higher, exposing several more inches of creamy thigh. With slow, deliberate movements he untied the delicate straps of her high-heeled sandals, letting the shoes drop to the carpet one by one. A faint, intoxicating scent rose immediately: warm skin, faint leather, and the subtle, uniquely feminine fragrance of a beautiful girl's feet after a long day. Chen Ge inhaled deeply, shamelessly, letting the aroma flood his senses and make his cock twitch hard against his zipper. Her bare feet were exquisite: long, elegant arches, soft pink soles glowing like polished jade, five perfectly aligned toes painted a delicate pearl white, each one tipped with a rosy flush. Only the slight swelling and redness around her left ankle marred the perfection.
"Mmm… it hurts… please be gentle…" Zhao Wen's voice trembled as his large, warm hands enveloped her injured ankle. He began a slow, expert massage: thumbs pressing into the tender spots, fingers kneading the tense muscles with just the right pressure. Each circle sent conflicting waves of sharp pain and soothing heat radiating up her leg, making her bite her lip to stifle soft moans.
Chen Ge's touch was professional at first, but his eyes were anything but. They traced the delicious path from her delicate ankle upward: along the smooth, rounded calves, over the sensitive backs of her knees, to where her thighs pressed together beneath the hem of her skirt. The gap between those thighs had grown slightly, and in the shadow he could just make out the faintest hint of dampness darkening the fabric of her panties. The discovery sent a bolt of pure lust straight to his cock. Who would have thought the sweet, innocent veterinarian was actually this soaked just from a simple massage?
His grip tightened unconsciously, a firm squeeze that made her yelp. "Ouch…!" Zhao Wen's eyes snapped to his face, then followed his hungry stare down to her lap. Realizing what he was seeing, her what he must be seeing, her pretty face flushed scarlet. She pressed her thighs together hard, lowering her head in mortification, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
Chen Ge's lips curved into a knowing smirk. Opportunity recognized. His hand left her swollen ankle entirely. Instead, one palm cradled the delicate arch of her uninjured foot while the other began a slow, deliberate caress along her silky sole. His thumb traced the sensitive hollow beneath her toes, then pressed firmly into the cluster of acupoints famous, in certain circles, for awakening desire. He circled them slowly, rhythmically, watching her reaction with predatory focus.
Almost immediately, Zhao Wen's breathing changed. A wave of molten heat blossomed from her foot and raced up her legs, pooling low in her belly. "Mmm…" She squirmed on the sofa, thighs rubbing together as the warmth intensified, spreading outward until her nipples stiffened visibly beneath her blouse. Her moral defenses, already fragile, began to crumble under the deliberate, expert assault.
Emboldened, Chen Ge lifted her fragrant foot to his face and inhaled deeply, lips brushing the soft skin of her sole. The scent was intoxicating: faint sweat, delicate perfume, pure feminine essence. He dragged his nose along her arch, then daringly flicked his tongue across the ball of her foot, tasting her. Zhao Wen's entire body jolted as if electrocuted.
"No… don't… that's dirty…" she whispered breathlessly, but her protest was weak, her voice trembling with unmistakable arousal. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead; her delicate brows knitted together, and a deep, enticing flush spread from her cheeks down her neck, across her chest, even to the tips of her toes. Her slender waist twisted restlessly, hips shifting as liquid heat flooded her core. Her beautiful eyes fluttered shut, long lashes trembling, red lips parting on a soft, needy moan that was sweeter than any music: low and velvet, dripping with surrender.
A dark, triumphant smile spread across Chen Ge's face. He rose slowly, towering over her, and cupped her smooth, flushed chin with one hand, tilting her face up to meet his burning gaze. Her eyes were glassy with desire, lips swollen from biting them. He drank in every detail of her shy, ravished beauty, committing it to memory.
"Zhao Wen, my sweet little darling," he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear, voice a low, seductive growl that sent shivers racing down her spine. "You are so fucking beautiful when you're like this: dripping, desperate, ready to be ruined. Tonight, right here, we're going to climb the Jade Terrace together… and I'm going to make you feel pleasure you've never even dreamed of."
Zhao Wen's face was as breathtaking as a newly bloomed flower at dawn: delicate, flawless, the kind of beauty that made a man want to bruise it just to prove it was real. Under Chen Ge's scorching, predatory gaze, her long eyelashes fluttered like trapped butterflies, the blush on her cheeks deepening from soft pink to a feverish crimson that spread down her slender neck and across her collarbones. Her skin looked impossibly smooth, almost translucent, as though a single rough touch might shatter it like porcelain. Even with her beautiful eyes squeezed shut, hiding the liquid desire swirling inside, her breathing came faster and faster, chest rising and falling in shallow, needy pants. Those sensual, rosy lips kept parting just a fraction, revealing the glistening tip of her tongue, the lower lip trembling plump and full, begging to be bitten, sucked, devoured.
Chen Ge's eyes locked onto that mouth like a starving man staring at forbidden fruit. Her lips were obscene perfection: two lush petals drenched in dew, blooming open with every tiny quiver. Each time they trembled, a faint, sweet fragrance drifted out (part breath, part the lingering trace of strawberry lip balm), wrapping around his senses and dragging him forward like a bee drunk on nectar. He could already taste her on his tongue, could already feel how soft and warm she would be when he finally claimed that mouth. His head lowered slowly, deliberately, savoring the anticipation, until their lips were barely a breath apart.
Just as contact seemed inevitable, Zhao Wen's breath hitched into a hot, frantic gasp. Her lips shook harder, and the tiny welcoming tilt of her head reversed into a panicked retreat. Her eyelids snapped open, revealing large, watery eyes brimming with pleading, shame, and helpless arousal. The look speared straight into Chen Ge's chest (half begging him to stop, half begging him not to).
Like slamming on brakes inches from the edge, Chen Ge froze, his mouth hovering a cruel three inches from hers. Far from anger, the sudden resistance sent a dark, delicious thrill racing through his veins. This was the sweetest part: the struggle, the innocence fighting against the body's betrayal. Nothing compared to the conquest of a shy, repressed girl whose mind screamed no while her soaked little pussy screamed yes. The moment she finally surrendered, it would mean her body and soul had been utterly broken and rebuilt around his cock. That thought alone made him throb painfully against his zipper.
The brief flash of shame had transformed Zhao Wen back into the picture of innocence (cheeks burning, eyes darting away, lips pressed together in a trembling line), yet she didn't push him off the sofa, didn't slap him, didn't scream for help. Lust and shame were wrestling inside her, and lust was winning. The knowledge made Chen Ge's blood roar in his ears.
A slow, filthy grin spread across his face. Without warning he seized her slender shoulders and yanked her into his arms. Her petite frame felt weightless against his broad chest, like cradling a fragile doll. His powerful arms locked around her tiny waist, crushing her softness to his hard muscle. The heat of her body, the way she melted against him despite herself, drew a low, guttural groan from deep in his throat. Then his mouth crashed down onto those trembling, rose-petal lips with possessive hunger.
The first contact was electric. Her lips were softer than sin, moist and warm, tasting faintly of strawberries and pure, desperate girl. Chen Ge devoured her, sucking hard on that plump lower lip until it swelled even fuller, then forcing her mouth open with his tongue. He swept inside like a conqueror, tangling with her shy, retreating tongue, chasing it, pinning it, sucking it deep into his own mouth. Sweet saliva poured from her in endless streams; he drank it greedily while flooding her mouth with his own, forcing her to swallow him down until it spilled from the corners of her lips and trickled down her chin.
Zhao Wen's small hands finally came up, pushing weakly at his shoulders, but there was no strength behind it (more reflex than refusal). The fierce kiss was melting her from the inside out. Her knees went weak, her body sagged against him, and the anger she'd tried to summon dissolved into dazed, syrupy need. Tiny, shameful moans began to leak from her throat, muffled against his relentless mouth, each one sweeter than the last.
"Ah—…" A broken, needy cry escaped when he finally let her breathe.
Chen Ge pulled back just enough to admire his work: lips swollen and slick, eyes glassy with tears and lust, chest heaving so hard her blouse strained at the buttons. Triumph burned in his gaze. He dove in again, sealing their mouths together once more. This time Zhao Wen didn't fight. Her lips trembled beneath his, parting on their own, accepting the invasion with a helpless little whimper. One crystalline tear clung to her lashes, trembling, refusing to fall (whether from overwhelmed pleasure or the last shred of her modesty, he didn't know and didn't care).
Her surrender was absolute, and it drove him wild. That coy, teary, desperately aroused expression made his cock ache to be inside her right then and there. Grinning like a devil, Chen Ge let one large hand slide down her body, fingers hooking under the hem of her skirt and panties in one smooth motion. He slipped beneath the damp lace, palm gliding over fever-hot skin until he cupped the soft, hairless mound of her pussy, already drenched and pulsing for him.
Zhao Wen's slender waist arched off the sofa like a bowstring, her long legs snapping shut, trapping his wicked hand between silky thighs. "Chen Ge… no… please… no…" she cried out, voice cracking with panic and unbearable arousal, her hips twisting uselessly as his fingers brushed her slick, swollen folds.
Zhao Wen's thighs clamped together so tightly that the soft flesh trembled, her slender waist twisting like a trapped deer in Chen Ge's iron embrace. Fear, shame, and a treacherous pulse of excitement warred inside her, making her breath come in short, frantic gasps. The more she struggled, the more her soaked panties rubbed against her swollen clit, sending shameful sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. Every twist of her hips only ground Chen Ge's trapped hand harder against her dripping folds, coating his fingers in her shameful honey.
"My sweet little beauty…" Chen Ge's voice was a dark, velvet growl against her ear, dripping with mockery and raw lust. "Are you sure you don't want this? Your legs are squeezing my hand like you never want me to leave… and you're so fucking wet I can feel you pulsing." He deliberately flexed his fingers, dragging them slowly along her slick seam through the thin lace, making her entire body jerk.
Zhao Wen's face burned crimson. With what little strength she had left, she pushed her delicate, snow-white palms against his broad shoulders, arching forward in a desperate attempt to keep those massive, heaving breasts from being crushed against his chest. She knew the moment they touched, her hardened nipples would betray her completely, scraping against him through the fabric and announcing exactly how turned on she was.
But her strength was no match for his. Second by second her arms weakened, trembling with exhaustion and unwanted pleasure. Chen Ge's arms tightened like steel bands, dragging her forward until the soft, virginal swell of her breasts finally pressed flush against his hard chest. The thin layers of clothing between them did nothing to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples dragging across his shirt. A helpless, breathy moan slipped from her throat, "Mmm…," as the masculine scent of his sweat and skin flooded her senses, making her head spin and her pussy clench hard around nothing.