The twelve maids stood at the hall's edge with their towels and their rose perfume and their burning faces, unable to leave, unable to look away, watching their princess get fucked into the furs with her tongue out and her eyes rolled to the ceiling. Xiaolan's basket had begun to shake. Ping'er had forgotten how to blink.
The princess came twice before he finished, the second time with her spine bowed off the bed and a scream that cracked a brazier coal, and when he finally poured into her, he did it slowly, deeply, with a groan that every woman in the hall felt in her own stomach.
Lin Yuxi slumped into the furs, gasping, ruined, dripping.
"You," Cang said, turning, his cock still hard and glistening, "next."
~~ Two
