Before Sylvea could protest, Xiang's delicate finger reached out and poked directly into one of those slitted nipples, the digit sinking in to half its small nail's length.
"HIIIEK—!" Sylvea's scream was cut off as her whole body convulsed, her back arching violently while her pussy gushed around Tianlong's shaft. An unexpected orgasm ripped through her, triggered by the sharp nail pushing into her pinched nipple—held firmly by him and penetrated a few millimeters by Xiang's digit.
"Nnnooo..." Sylvea moaned weakly, tears streaming down her flushed face. "Please... stop... this is... too much..."
But her protests fell on deaf ears as Xiang moved closer. Her forefinger trailed down to touch her husband's cockhead, and from the amount of precum, she evaluated this woman's value in a new light.
