Sereya's voice stabbed the air.
"Do not touch me there." Her words were aimed at the jungle, not Kota, her pussy clenching around his cock as the vine teased her, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
The jungle listened, the vine retreating, but not before she stumbled, her palms slipping slightly, his cock plunging deeper, stretching her tight walls to their limit.
She gasped, her heavy breasts bouncing, milk dripping in thin streams, her clit throbbing with need.
Kota's grip tightened, his fingers bruising her hips as he leaned in, his breath hot against her back.
"Crawl, Sereya," he commanded, his voice rough, his cock throbbing inside her.
"You speak to me like a servant—" she snapped, her voice breaking, her pussy pulsing with humiliated pleasure.
"Crawl," he repeated, thrusting deep, his cock hitting her sensitive depths, sending a jolt through her core.
