The eighth night felt wild and rough. After dinner Meera wore a short tight skirt and a low-cut top. Her big boobs were pushing out and her nipples were visible. She came close to me and whispered in a naughty voice, “Tonight fuck me standing against the wall. Hold me up and pound my pussy hard. Make it rough.”

We went to a quiet corner in the old palace hallway. There was a beautiful carved stone wall with big pillars. No one was around. The moonlight was coming from the windows. The lake was visible in the distance.