'Phack. Phack. PHACK.'
"AAAAHNGHH~!! MASTER — CANG — I'M — AGAIN — MY SKIN — EVERY INCH — HAAIIYAANGHH~!!"
Yan Shu's body arched off the cave floor like a drawn bow.
Her tits — heavy, flushed, nipples swollen to dark peaks — slammed upward toward her collarbones as her back curved, the Fairy Skin Art converting her full-body orgasm into a sensory event so complete that her spiritual sense briefly registered the entire surface of her skin as a single, continuous erogenous zone. Her pussy clamped around Cang's twelve inches in crushing, rhythmic waves, her cervix spasming against his cockhead, her thighs shaking in the small, rapid pulses of muscles that had exceeded their operational capacity.
'Pah. Pah. PAAAHH.'
"HIEEKK~!! AAAAHNGHHT~!! MASTER — I CAN FEEL — YOUR COCK — PULSING — IT'S — SOMETHING IS — HOT — INSIDE — HAAAANGHHT~!!"
He came.
