Her legs trembled, thighs pressed so tightly together they ached. The wet spot between them had grown, soaking through the silk of her robe completely. Her hands gripped the bedpost until splinters dug into her palms.
Her eyes remained locked on the brutal mating—on the way Tianlong's muscles flexed with each thrust, on the complete domination of Akane's body, on that massive cock that would soon turn its attention to her.
PAH—PAH—PAH—
"Good girl." Tianlong's hand moved from Akane's breast to her throat, fingers wrapping around her neck. Not squeezing—just holding, claiming. "But I hate you Akane, now tell, why were you crying?."
"YES~!! YES~!! FOR MY HUSBAND~!! AHHN~!!"
Her pussy convulsed, another orgasm crashing through her. Clear fluid squirted out around his cock, spraying across the bed in hot spurts. Her walls rippled and clenched, trying desperately to milk him.
But Tianlong's pace never faltered.
PAH—PAH—PAH—
