My best friend left for a two-week business trip and asked me to check on his wife . I came over expecting coffee… instead she opened the door in a skin-tight white Qipao with fierce red dragons coiling around her perfect curves.
“He bought this for our anniversary… but he never came home,” she whispered, eyes dark with hunger. “Tonight I want to feel desired.”
She turned on slow, sensual Chinese music and started dancing — hips swaying, hands gliding over wet silk. Then she step+ed into the shower fully dressed. Warm water poured over her, turning the qipao completely transparent. Hard nipples poked through the soaked fabric, red stockings clung to her thighs, her pussy visibly dripping through the silk.
She looked straight into my eyes and moaned: “I’m so fucking wet for you… not just from the shower. Come here… take what’s not his anymore.”
I joined her under the stream. She drop+ed to her knees, deepthroated me like a starving cheating slut, gagging and moaning while w
