Meanwhile,
The two wives, Mei Ling and Qing Hua, sexy milfs, good curvy bodies, plump up juicy looking buttocks, and big watermelon shape breasts, reclined on the ornate bed, their delicate features flushed with anticipation.
Since, the elder Mang Lao was in deep meditation, a mischievous glint flickered in their eyes.
"It would seem our dear husband has left us in the capable hands of young Xian Tian... I hope Lady Xing is right, otherwise, it would be a shame if we die," Mei Ling purred, her voice like honey.
She placed a graceful hand on the flustered youth's arm, her touch sending tingles through his body.
Xian Tian at the moment was confused as he was a sandwich between two mature women... Lady Xing had come and told him to entertain some guests and he was here, dumbfounded
"Indeed," Qing Hua chimed in, her porcelain skin glowing in the candlelight.
