Merry and I lay together in bed, facing each other to have a clear view of our love. My hand often fiddled with her curly hair or her perfectly round boobs, making her giggle and often adding some sighs in between.
Merry did not remain idle either, often playing with my hair or leaning to steal kisses from my lips. When she felt more naughty, one of her hands would reach down as though she could only find happiness if my member remained rock hard forever.
Numerous rounds have passed since we stepped into my room, making it sore despite its sturdiness as the proud spear of a powerful cultivator, but I could only groan and comply with her advances, letting her examine the family jewels and weapon whenever she wanted to be reassured they were still there.
