Drops of water splashed onto the ground as a warm load of liquid gushed out of Oin's dick when he pulled it out of the lady's pussy.
Love scent filled the room, carrying a strong fragrance from the metal table they had leaned on minutes ago and drifting toward the door and windows of the room.
As the afternoon sun's rays shone through the open windows of the slightly collapsed building, Oin, wearing his blue-black trousers, moved a hand and slapped the bare ass of the lady still bent over the table, panting.
"Get up and tell me what really happened that made the boy the monster you claimed he was," Oin said, his voice echoing in a normal tone as he brushed his fingers along the line between the lady's ass. When he reached the opening of her pussy, he thrust his middle finger inside.
The lady, who couldn't stop panting no matter how hard she tried, straightened herself as if Oin's finger had generated electric power in her.
