Excess seed dripped from Rong Xian's chin onto the fabric between her thighs.
By the time the last weaker pulses finally faded, her entire upper body was thoroughly drenched.
Strands of white hung from her eyelashes. Her lips were glossy and coated.
The once pristine white dress now clung wetly to her skin, rendered nearly translucent in places by the sheer amount of profound yang essence that had soaked into it.
Yet the sight only made her appear even more sexy and desirable in Lin Feng's eyes.
After all, what image could possibly beat a beautiful, newly sighted woman kneeling at his feet, completely drenched in cum from head to toe?
"Master… I…" Rong Xian's voice was soft and hesitant, barely more than a whisper, yet the meaning behind it could not have been clearer.
She wanted to do more. Far more.
