A vast round moon hung bright in the sky, but the moonlight couldn't fall to glow the midnight earth, because thick snow clouds hid it completely.
Beneath those snow clouds was the Empress's Palace, which was now covered in a blanket of silver-white snow looking ethereal.
As the heavy snowfall fell down as if trying to veil the heaven and earth, inside the Empress Palace, the Dragon Bed was creaking intermittently.
Creak~! Creak~! Scrach~!
Lucian lay on the Dragon Bed, with Zuqin lying on top of him, her voluptuous body glistening with sweat in the dim light of the spirit pearls.
His hands squeezed and kneaded her motherly breasts as he pleased, with his left hand squishing her right boob and right hand pinching her left tit, hugging her gently.
thrust~ thrust~ thrust~
spurt~ spurt~ spurt~
