Kota forced her faster, his cock thrusting deeper, stretching her tight pussy, her small breasts jiggling, milk dripping as she crawled.
"I'm a c-cream slut," she sobbed, her voice breaking, "just don't let me die—fuck—I'm crawling, I'm crawling—!"
Five meters. Four. Three—
Trial Complete – Selene
Seed Contained.
Orgasm Withheld.
Selene collapsed across the glowing finish line, face down in the moss, shaking, drooling, her petite body rocking from phantom pulses, her pussy gaping, twitching, a string of slick stretching from Kota's cock as he pulled out slowly, his breath ragged, his cock glistening with her juices.
He stood, his chest heaving, his cock still hard, throbbing painfully, his restraint a testament to his resolve.
The jungle chimed softly, acknowledging their success, the moss path fading, the vines retreating into the shadows.
