Mamoon's mind reeled, her body trembling against Tianlong's chest as his words hung in the air like a death sentence. "What... what do you—"
But before she could finish, his hand left her breast and moved to her hip, spinning her around with casual strength that made her stumble. Her latex-clad legs barely held her weight as he positioned her beside Thessa, who was still bent over the table, drool pooling beneath her flushed face.
"Wait—" Mamoon started to protest, but his hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades.
The pressure was gentle yet unyielding, bending her forward until her palms slapped against the wooden table beside Thessa's. Her massive breasts swung free, hanging heavy as gravity pulled them downward. The latex suit clung to her lower body, outlining every curve of her thick ass and powerful thighs.
"Tianlong, I—this isn't—" Her voice cracked, caught between outrage and something she refused to name.
