Mei. She is 23 years old, a Chinese woman from Shanghai, with fair, smooth skin—reminiscent of fine porcelain—and a faint, rosy flush on her cheeks. Her hair is black, long, and silky, pinned up into an elegant bun held by a jade hairpin. Her body is delicate and graceful, she has large, yet well-proportioned breasts, with pink nipples and small areolas. Her buttocks are small, firm, and rounded, and her pussy is delicate and pink, the slender, moist labia are tucked beneath a smooth, soft mound of Venus. She lies completely naked on a tatami mat, her body bathed in the warm glow of paper lanterns. Her ample breasts rest heavily against her chest, their pink nipples erect. She moves slowly, shifting into a kneeling position, her breasts swaying with the motion. She parts her legs, revealing her moist, pink pussy as the delicate labia open. She slides her fingers between them, feeling the heat and dampness, and lets out a low moan. “Nǐ xiǎng yào wǒ ma?” she whispers, her voice husky with pleasure, her fingers playing between her legs. “Do you want me?”