Her legs were still wrapped around his hips, and her hands were still tangled in his hair, and everything between them was wet and warm and impossible to take back.
The waterfall filled the silence.
SPLOSH...
A lewd churning sound echoed.
Leona, who thought it was over, immediately felt Reinhardt moving his weapon again.
His cock drove into her with a force that pushed her harder against the boulder, and the stone was cold and rough against her spine while the water sloshed around their joined bodies.
Each thrust was a single, violent punctuation, a complete withdrawal followed by a complete filling, and Leona's thoughts scattered like startled birds.
"Aang... Ahhn... uhnn..."
Reinhardt's rhythm was relentless, and his mouth was on her throat, her collarbone, the top of her breast, and every point of contact sent another wave of sensation rolling through her.
"Ohhn... Ooh... Reinhardt..."
Her voice came out in fragments. She couldn't form whole sentences anymore.
