The Countess screamed. The sound was piercing. The sound of a woman whose pussy has just been filled completely. Whose cervix has just been hit. Whose womb has just been pressed.
Her body went white.
The tension. The shock. The impact. Her whole body went rigid— every muscle contracting, every nerve firing, every cell screaming. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth went open. Her tongue came out.
Jiro— her eyes rolled. The whites showed. The irises vanished.
The loud cry filled the air.
"AAAAHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! AAAHH—!!"
PAH PAH PAH PAH—
He fucked her.
His hips moved. His cock slid in and out. The sound was wet— SCHLUK SCHLUK SCHLUK— the sound of a cock in a tight, wet, married pussy. The table creaked. The mirror shook. The Countess's body— bent, spread, used— jerked with each thrust.
Her moans filled the air.
"HAAH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAA—!! AAANGHH—!!"
She cried.
She begged.
She moaned.
"Hahh... p-please... i-it is... t-too... AAANGH—!!"
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
The Duchess watched.
