"Mmghhh…"
Ye An was dreaming.
Or something like it.
In her dream, a dark rider had mounted her.
Not beside her.
On her.
He gripped her horns, very roughly.
Turned her over.
Bent her stomach-down and spanked her ass, the sound sharp, her pale buttocks jiggling before firm hands spread them apart like sinful lotus petals.
"Mnnn… no…!"
Her body jolted forward.
SLAP!
A palm struck her heavenly backside.
Again.
And again.
Each smack echoed like thunder through her dreamscape.
"Ahnn…!"
Ye An moaned, in protest, like a spoiled mount finally starting to yield.
Her face flushed.
Her back arched.
Her plump divine buttocks wobbled like they were trying to escape, but betrayed her every time.
The shadow straddled her back.
Pulled her up by the horns.
Rode her.
She bucked, twisted, and snorted.
SLAP!
"Ahh—ahh! D-don't pull that…!"
But the dark rider didn't care, he treated her like a misbehaving spirit beast, taming her pride with every spank, every thrust of his hips.
