Her legs stopped working.
Tianlong caught her.
Both arms around her, he lowered them both — smooth, controlled — until she was on the ground on her side, the cool grass pressing against her sweat-soaked cheek, the distant festival lanterns painting everything amber and gold through the dark trees.
He curved behind her.
Spooning.
One thick thigh pushed between hers from behind, and his cock — still hard, still mercilessly unsatisfied — found her entrance from this new angle and slid home.
She gasped at the ceiling of leaves.
'Different angle. Deeper somehow. How is it deeper—'
PAH PAH PAH PAH!
"Hnggh~! Mnh—! 'Oungh~!!'"
Her body rocked forward with every thrust, her loose breast dragging against the damp grass, her hair a dark tangle fanned around her head.
She brought both hands up to cover her face.
Not from Tianlong.
From the silhouette she could still see through the gap in her fingers.
