In his room, Ling Han, sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes.
"Why isn't Young Master Max here yet? It's already past the time for Ming'er's treatment." He muttered in confusion.
'Should I go over and see what's going on?' He thought but after thinking for a moment, he decided to wait a little more, thinking that Max must be really busy with something if he had missed the appointed time.
"Yeah, let's wait a little more." He muttered and closed his eyes again.
…
In the other room, Max, lost in bliss, had completely forgotten about his appointment.
Currently, he was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head as he watched the tantalizing body of this perfect specimen of a woman, glistening with crystalline drops of sweat that seemed to enhance her allure, move up and down on his crotch on her own.
Both the view and her tight and moist sacred cave enveloping little Max were giving him indescribable pleasure.
Ahnngggg~
