Sylvea's breath hitched.
His cock hung there—nine inches of thick, veined flesh that her eyes couldn't leave. The shaft curved slightly upward, head swollen and angry red, still glistening with Akane and Xiang's combined saliva. Veins pulsed visibly along the length, and she could see it throb with each of his heartbeats.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily.
Because she remembered. The texture. The exact ridges and veins that had stretched her walls mere minutes ago—forcing her awake from deep meditation as he'd buried himself to the hilt inside her virgin cunt.
The way that thick crown had pushed past her entrance, spreading her open. How those veins had dragged against her inner walls with each thrust, hitting spots she didn't know existed.
She could still feel the phantom sensation—his cockhead kissing her cervix, grinding against her womb's entrance.
Her thighs pressed together hard, trying to contain the sudden gush of wetness. The silk between her legs darkened further.
