Chapter 6

Monica Didi took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. Her body was still completely wet, with drops of water dripping from it. She led me straight to her room. The room was dimly lit, and the curtains were half drawn. Once inside, she closed the door.

I was about to push her straight onto the bed in a sudden surge of passion, but she gently took my hand and said, “Wait, let’s set the mood first ... Without setting the mood, everything will feel incomplete.” Her voice was soft, but it exuded depth and intimacy. Hearing this, I paused and gazed into her eyes. The atmosphere became deeper and warmer.

Then she came closer to me and slowly began to undress me. First, she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. The touch of her hands felt warm and stimulating on my skin. Next, she unzipped my pants and pulled them down. I was helping her, as if to prolong and deepen the moment. Finally, she slowly pulled down my underwear. There was a strange glint in her eyes throughout, and every second was new to me.

When I was all undressed, she came closer. She leaned in and placed her lips on my chest. Her touch was soft and warm. She slowly moved her lips upward, stopping sometimes at my neck, sometimes at my chin.

My breathing quickened, and every touch made my heart race. Finally, his lips reached mine. He touched mine gently, as if testing them. Then, the kiss gradually deepened. His grip tightened, and the pressure on my lips increased. His kisses had shifted from gentle to deep and passionate. I, too, held his lips in the same way and began to kiss back. The atmosphere in the room and the warmth of our breaths combined to intensify the moment.

I felt my body heat up inside, as if every nerve was on fire. I held her tighter and began kissing her lips so hard that I even bit them lightly at times. She let out a soft moan, but then began kissing me even deeper. Our lips were now completely joined, and our tongues were touching. There was warmth, moisture, and a strange intoxication in that touch. As our tongues entwined, our passion grew.

Then suddenly, Monica Didi stopped kissing. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes were deep. She said softly, “I’m ready now...”

She sat on her knees on the bed, resting her hands on her front. Her head was slightly bent down, her waist arched back. In this position, her hands and knees supported her entire body. Bent over like this, her back was straight, and her rear was the most clearly visible. Nothing was visible from the front; only the raised rear was clearly visible. This position seemed designed to make me see and focus on this very thing.

I went over to her and reached out to touch her backside. Her backside was round and firm, soft and smooth. A slight pressure felt warm and moist. With each movement, its shape became more distinct. A closer look clearly revealed its texture and curves.

Monica didi turned her head and looked at me, her eyes reflecting both shyness and joy. A slight pang of pain was on her face, but she didn’t stop me. Her backside was so clearly visible up close that every tiny detail was visible. This moment was completely captivating and exciting for me.

I slowly slapped her delicate skin, hard. Her voice turned into a long, sharp moan, halfway between a soft scream and a moan. I felt a slight jolt in her delicate and sensitive body. Her breathing quickened, and the agitation in her voice was palpable. I could feel her soft body in my hand, shaking slightly with each slap, and her moans gradually increased.