The sounds were not words. They were the vocalizations of a sleeping body — the automatic, unfiltered output of a nervous system processing sensation without the supervisory layer of consciousness to organize or suppress it. Her pussy clenched around him in rhythmic, involuntary waves, the walls adjusting to his girth, the tissue swelling as blood rushed to the area in response to the intrusion.
'Phack. Phack.'
"Hnngh~... ah... ahnn~..."
Her hips moved.
Not voluntarily. The motion was purely mechanical — the force of his thrusts pushing her body across the stone floor, her ass dragging against the rock, her legs falling open wider with each push as the muscles relaxed in unconsciousness. Her tits swayed with each impact, the heavy flesh shifting in lateral arcs, the nipples grazing the fabric of her open robes beneath her.
He pulled out.
