Haa... haa... haa...
Heavy, ragged breathing shattered the usual deathly silence of the meditation chamber.
Inside her ice-blue palace robes, Su Mengchen's sultry body writhed uncontrollably. She fought to stop, but the sensations were too violent to resist; only by moving like this could she find even a shred of relief.
"Ungh... ah..."
As the feelings intensified, Su Mengchen began to let out soft, broken moans. Her legs clamped together instinctively, rubbing against one another with desperate friction.
If anyone could have seen through her robes at that moment, they would have witnessed a pair of crystalline, jade-like thighs squeezing her peach-plump mound. Under the friction, her exquisite flower shifted and folded, pressing out droplets of sweet nectar from that deep, hidden crevice.
Unfortunately, she was alone in the quiet room. No one was there to witness the magnificent sight.
