Her tongue was out.
Her mouth was open. Her tongue hung from the corner of her lips— pink, wet, the tip resting on her chin. Her eyes were rolled back. The whites showing. Her face was contorted— the ahegao expression.
The expression of a woman whose body has been pushed past the point of endurance, past the point of pleasure, past the point of pain, into a realm where the only response is the involuntary, the animal, the involuntary surrender of a body that has been overwhelmed.
The man was fucking her.
His hips moved. His cock slid in and out. The sound was wet— SCHLUK SCHLUK SCHLUK— the sound of a cock in a wet, bloody, tight pussy. The sound echoed off the water. Off the trees. Off the canopy.
PAH PAH PAH PAH—
