The pond was at the clearing's edge.
A natural spring, its surface dark and still in the morning light, surrounded by willows that hung low enough to make a private space. Tianlong walked ahead, his bare feet silent on the grass, his cock swinging heavy between his thighs with the ponderous, unhurried weight of something that had not finished its morning's business.
Meihua followed, carrying her mother.
Lihua was limp in her daughter's arms, her enormous pregnant belly pressing between them, her heavy tits dragging against Meihua's own marked chest. The milk still leaked from her dark nipples in thin, continuous drips that ran down her daughter's abdomen. Her branded pussy lips were swollen and red, the charred marks visible even through the dried filth coating her cunt.
They reached the water's edge.
