The sound tore across the courtyard, raw and broken and utterly without restraint. Her pregnant belly jiggled violently from the impact — the round mass of it shaking, ripples moving across the stretched skin. Her heavy, milk-laden tits bounced upward and slapped back down against her ribcage, the wet fabric of her gown doing nothing to contain their swing.
Raven held himself deep.
He felt her cervix clamping around his head, the muscular ring trying to close, trying to protect the womb, and he pushed harder — not deeper, he was already as deep as a human cock could go, but harder, pressing his full weight against her so the belly between them compressed slightly and then rebounded.
"Lord—" she gasped. "L-Lord— it's— it's too—"
He pulled back.
Slammed again.
PAH!
"NGHHAAH—!!"
