The few days of that trip were intense for Qingyi.
He devoted his time to no one but his wives, giving those fat, tight pussies all the attention they deserved, sinking into that sea of incomparable tits.
At this very moment, he was in the huge purple palace inside the temple, lying on the vast bed, surrounded by beauties.
Isabel was on one side and Elize on the other.
Their huge, soft pairs of mountains were pressed against his chest like warm, heavy pillows, claiming his torso for their own.
Between his legs, to Qingyi's surprise, were his former master, Qingxue, and the golden-eyed beauty, Qianyao.
Both were working on his cock, Qingxue's throat swallowing it voraciously before pulling back, making room for Qianyao to perform.
'Ah... this is paradise...' Qingyi repeated in his mind.
