The daughter, on top of the mother. Her body, the brown, full frame, was on her mother's. Her boobs, the bigger-than-average mounds, pressed against her mother's enormous tits. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen cunt, was above her mother's pussy. Her anal, the brown ring, the stretched hole, was there.
Four holes. Two pussies. Two anals. All four, aligned. All four, accessible.
And Tianlong. His divine power, his transcendent cultivation, his domain control, was there. Four cocks. Not one. Four. The divine formation, the astral projection, the manifestation of divine qi, created four cocks. Four, twelve-inch, thick, veined, crimson-headed cocks. Each one real. Each one solid. Each one capable of fucking.
Four cocks. Four holes. All at once.
