Chapter 193 What Is a Noblewoman!
Stella was struggling internally, groaning as she desperately tried to escape the public stage. She was ceaselessly attempting to shake off a strange numbness and itchiness. She yearned to break free from the bonds on her body and escape immediately.
However, on the surface, Stella, with her strong self-control and endurance, could still maintain her painful expression and sit upright, only occasionally twisting her hips, allowing her itching and wet vagina to rub against the chair; only in this way could her itching vagina feel a little more comfortable. The feeling of her nipples being licked and sucked was getting stronger and stronger, and her breasts seemed to be kneaded hard, even making Stella feel a bit painful.
All of this was so real, as if there really was a person sitting on her, holding her breasts and kneading them hard and sucking on her nipples greedily.
But Stella was absolutely sure that there was no one in front of her at all.
‘Could it be that I’m being haunted by a ghost? Is there really such a thing as a ghost?’ Stella trembled slightly in fear and kept observing her surroundings with her peripheral vision.
Good political literacy allowed her to maintain her composure on the surface, even though she felt extremely uncomfortable and scared and sat upright on the stage without moving. Just her blushing cheeks and misty eyes made her look even more charming.
Meanwhile, in the hotel, Kevin was admiring Stella’s beautiful breasts with a greedy and infatuated look on his face, occasionally reaching out his tongue to take a hard suck on Stella’s tender nipples. It was the most beautiful and noble breast Kevin had ever seen! Every detail revealed a charming delicacy.
It was hard to tell that this was a 40-year-old woman’s breast. The full and round droplet-shaped breasts did not sag at all; they were fair and tender, and the feel of them in his hands was soft and smooth, indescribable, making him unable to let go once held. Stella’s nipples were obviously well-cared for and maintained; at the age of 40, they had such tender nipples and light pink areolas.
This areola also seemed to be artificially trimmed and cared for. Stella’s areola was just the right size, a very regular round shape. With the tender nipples and fair, ample breasts, they looked beautiful and fascinating. They dazzled Kevin.
"Is this what they call a high-class lady? Damn, these breasts are so well-maintained. They seem almost artificially enhanced." Kevin recollected, acknowledging that he had never encountered such exquisite bosoms before.
Furthermore, their feel was top-notch, soft and tender to the touch, plump yet not greasy, just the right amount of sensation.
"This is absolutely fantastic. By gently weighing them in my hands, everything feels just right."
"It is so damn pleasurable! This woman’s husband truly is lucky to have such a high-class beauty as a wife! And she’s even a bureau chief! If it were me, I’d have to indulge in some intimate moments every day, cuddling with these superior breasts while sleeping."
"Damn, it’s a pity she’s just a stand-in doll. If it were the real Stella, that would be incredible!" Even though everything was identical to Stella’s clone, Kevin couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret that it wasn’t the real Stella.
However, to engage in an affair with a woman like Stella, given his current status and abilities, was probably a slim chance. It might even endanger his life.
"No wonder she’s been around the block; a woman who has climbed up the ranks takes it all in stride. Let’s make you a bit more uncomfortable." Rising to his feet, Kevin glanced at Stella, who sat upright, her face flushed, beautifully contorted in pain, yet still maintaining composure. A wicked smirk graced Kevin’s lips.
Kevin crouched down, grasping Stella’s fair, slender, and round jade legs with force. He forcefully spread Stella’s legs apart when she was unguarded.
With greedy eyes squinting, his gaze followed Stella’s perfect and exquisite breasts all the way down to her flat, fair, flawlessly delicate waist. Aside from the cesarean section scar on her belly, Kevin could hardly tell she was a mother.
Moreover, the scar had obviously been treated and managed; at this moment, it appeared quite faded.
As his gaze descended once more, Kevin’s eyes widened in excitement.
"Is this what they call a high-class lady? Her pubic hair is trimmed neater than an average woman’s hairstyle, damn! This is the life of the wealthy!" Kevin couldn’t help but curse in astonishment, greedily admiring the black pubic hair between Stella’s fair and round legs.
Stella’s pubic hair had clearly been meticulously groomed and cared for, the dense hair trimmed short into a triangular shape, appearing beautiful and enhancing. It added more allure to her tender vagina.
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