Her eyes, rolling, were vacant. Her mouth, the gag still in, drooled. The saliva, the continuous flow, ran down her chin, onto her boobs. Her ahegao, the fucked-silly, mind-blank, tongue-out, eyes-rolled expression, was complete.
Six hours. The continuous, relentless, divine fucking lasted six hours. The positions changed. Against the wall. On the bed. On the floor. In the air. On the chair. Every surface, every position, every angle. Her pussy, her anal, her mouth. All three. One after another. His cock, twelve inches, the divine organ, was everywhere. In everything.
Her maidenhood was destroyed. Her cunt, the virgin pussy, was remade. Stretched. Trained. The walls, the muscles, the spiritual tissues, were rewritten. The divine qi, flowing through every inch of contact, through every thrust, through every orgasm, was changing her. Her cultivation, her Core Formation, was advancing. Rising.
