Gaga had truly experienced the meaning of a night so tender it was worth a thousand pieces of gold—the kind of pleasure for which a monarch might neglect his morning court.
The Sky Snake Vine’s supple waist, her vibrant red lips, her graceful curves... even now, he found himself lingering in the memory.
Gaga licked his lips and suddenly pulled the Sky Snake Vine’s slender waist toward him, pressing their bodies together. "Wife, I want to go again."
Chapter 592