The sounds of the other women, kissing Tianlong's body, sucking his skin, added to the chorus. Madam Fengyan, her mouth on his neck. Madam Yueying, her mouth on his chest. Liu Mei, her hands on the princess's arms, her enormous tits pressed against the princess's back.
"Come on," Madam Fengyan said. Her husky voice, against his neck, was warm. Encouraging. "Clench tighter. Master is getting bored."
Her hand, not holding the princess, found his balls. She massaged. The sac, heavy, full, was kneaded. Her fingers, the slender digits, worked. She could feel them. The balls, the orbs inside, moving. Clenching. The sensation, the tightening, the preparation, was the sign of a man approaching climax.
"He's close," Liu Mei said. Her amethyst eyes, looking down, watching the princess's pussy, the shaft driving in and out, the junction of their bodies, were sharp. "His balls are clenching. Princess, clench. Milk him."
