Throughout the night, Wang Jian's relentless thrusts into Hong Meilin's eager and wet pussy seemed never-ending. Their bodies entwined in a passionate symphony, they engaged in over fifteen rounds of unbridled lovemaking, their desires fueling their intimate dance until the break of dawn.
As their bodies, slick with sweat, finally succumbed to exhaustion, Wang Jian and Hong Meilin found solace in each other's arms, their naked forms pressed tightly together. In the tranquility of the aftermath, they indulged in heartfelt conversation, their voices a gentle whisper against the hushed morning air.
"You are now mine, Meilin," Wang Jian murmured affectionately, his fingers tenderly caressing her head, the touch evoking a sense of warmth and possessiveness.
Hong Meilin responded softly, her voice tinged with devotion, "Yes, Your Highness. To be yours brings me immeasurable joy. I shall endeavor never to disappoint you."