Qingyi had already lost track of how many times they had fucked.
That woman even used pills to keep her stamina, taking a few seconds to rest before sitting on his cock again.
The handsome young man's body was completely sore, his chest and back bearing burning marks from her nails.
Rongyan wasn't much better either.
Her clothes were torn and the pale skin of her plump, juicy ass was covered in red marks in the shape of Qingyi's hands.
"Were you really that thirsty?" he asked, looking at the panting beauty slumped over his chest.
"Fuck you..." she cursed, punching him in the ribs and drawing out a pained grunt.
"389 years of guarding my purity. I even turned down a marriage proposal from one of the three richest men on the entire continent.
All this for a shameless junior to take advantage of me." Rongyan stood up, waving her hands while a long red dress covered her voluptuous body.
