Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as he increased his pace. His hips became a blur, slamming forward with mechanical precision. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room—PAH—PAH—PAH—mixed with her wailing cries.
Sylvea stood frozen against the bedpost, green eyes wider than dinner plates. Her hands trembled as she watched the proud, dignified Kitsune—the woman who had commanded respect and fear in equal measure—reduced to a moaning bitch in heat. Akane's face was pressed against the floor, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, drool pooling beneath her cheek.
"This can't be real..." Sylvea whispered, but her thighs pressed together harder, her own pussy soaking through her robe.
PAH—PAH—PAH—
Tianlong's hands left Akane's hips, sliding up her back to her shoulders. He grabbed them, using the new leverage to pull her body back onto his cock with each thrust. Her spine arched impossibly, tits lifting off the floor and bouncing wildly in the air.
