"Yes," she breathed, her voice ragged.
"Come for me," he commanded.
"Y-yes," she sobbed, her body shaking.
With a final, desperate moan, her release flowed over his shaft, her juices flowing freely.
"M-master," she whimpered, her voice quivering.
"Good girl," he murmured.
Her cries rang out, her body writhing.
"Ah," she gasped, her eyes half-lidded.
Xu Qianghua watched her, his gaze intense.
"How was that?" he asked.
"Incredible," Su Meilan whispered, her words faint.
"Such a good girl," he soothed.
She nodded, her head bowed.
"Thank you, Master," she replied, her voice full of devotion.
Su Meihua and Su Meiling, who were watching, could not help but sigh at how the two interacted. Then they glanced at Xu Qianghua and saw him watching them.
Then, while he was distracted, the two approached him and wrapped their arms around him, and brought their boobs closer to his face.
