The thick woman's tongue was buried deep in the young woman's cunt.
She lapped with desperate, hungry strokes, dragging the flat of her tongue through the swollen, virgin-stretched folds, cleaning Tianlong's thick seed from the blind girl's ruined entrance. The taste was divine and bitter, mixed with coppery blood and the girl's clear arousal, and the mother swallowed it with the broken, grateful sounds of a woman who had finally found her purpose in the world.
Tianlong watched them from the edge of the narrow bed.
