Synopsis
Fairy Xuanqing was coldly beautiful and aloof, her thousand years of cultivation refining her into the lush, full figure of a mature woman. In the immortal palace, she and several Immortal Lords spent night after night in music and revelry; her gauze skirt was torn away, her supple waist pinned down and pounded hard. Her wet, soft immortal cleft was penetrated again and again by thick, hard shafts, and she cried out in waves, climaxing and squirting. What remained was not only the Daoist heart-seal, but also a cleft full of semen and a lingering, sensuous afterglow.