Next day arrived,
The pleasure palace's ambient glow dimmed as I withdrew from both women—pulling my mouth and my throbbing cock from Mei Ling, and my eyes from Lin Yue, who was more like a spectator all night.
Mei Ling collapsed back onto the silk sheets, her tits heaving, marked with teeth marks, bruises, and dried cum, her face flushed and glistening with a mix of tears and arousal.
Lin Yue rolled to her side, her bronze skin glowing with sweat—just watching us made her sweat. That alone tells the intensity I went on Mei Ling, green eyes still sharp despite the haze of lust, as she seemed to have the most insane control even after watching the rough fuck I gave Mei Ling all night long.
Never once did I see Lin Yue masturbating, just watching as if she was trying to learn what positions excite me most—a true wife for you.
But now it was time to visit the tea ceremony.
