Qingyi felt his heart race at Jin Meilin's words.
From her high-pitched, soft, and cute voice to her porcelain doll-like face, flushed with a vibrant red and taken by a shy look. Everything was perfect.
Seeing her beg like that, knowing that she was the noble daughter of the richest man in the world, only made his blood boil even more.
Noble damsels, heavenly spirits, and incomparable beauties, all begging for his cock.
How could he not get rock hard with that?
'I just need my first goddess...' Qingyi laughed to himself.
He then grabbed Meilin's hips and spun her around, putting her back to him.
Her ass rose up, pressed against his hips, the bulge in his pants sinking into the deep valley between the round, soft orbs.
Holding her firmly, Qingyi gave her a gentle slap, watching the voluptuous flesh quiver like jelly. It was truly a divine sight.
Grabbing his own pants, he freed his cock; long, veiny, and thick, throbbing painfully.
