Tianlong stood. His naked body, golden, muscular, gleamed. His cock, still hard, slick with the headmistress's arousal and his own cum, stood rigid. The three Soul Formation women, their naked bodies, their various shapes, were around him. The headmistress, beneath him, her thick body, the furry bra, the bare pussy, the leaking seed, was still. Bai Lian, unconscious, her virgin pussy bleeding, lay on the stone.
He sighed. The sound, the exhale, was the sound of a man who had expected this outcome and was neither surprised nor disappointed.
