Elder Yaochi watched. The young, big-titted elder stood with her hands cupping her enormous breasts, her fingers sinking into the heavy flesh, her pink nipples poking between her fingers. Her bare pussy was dripping — the arousal running down her inner thighs. Her cultivation base — the lowest among the elders, still at mid-Foundation Establishment — was already surging from proximity alone.
The three disciples watched.
Shui'er — tall, small-titted, her braid swinging — stood with her mouth open. Her hands were gripping her own arms, her knuckles white. She could see Elder Fanxue slumped against the throne, her cunt gaping and leaking, her face slack with post-orgasmic bliss. She could see Elder Qingshu bent over the throne arm, her anal ruined and dripping, her lean body trembling. She could see Elder Mingyu bouncing on the ancestor's lap, her enormous tits swinging, her screams echoing through the hall.
