Her voice cracked, tears of humiliation pricking her amber eyes. "I—I hate this," she gasped, her pussy throbbing untouched, her clit aching as the pleasure overwhelmed her pride.
"You'll remember how it feels," he whispered against her skin, his mouth sucking harder, his tongue swirling her nipple, his hands kneading relentlessly.
Her body convulsed midair, the vines holding her tighter as her milk spurted again, her scream echoing through the chamber.
Sereya – Yield: 174ml.
He licked her clean, her royal flesh gleaming with spit, sweat, and milk, her body panting like a common whore, her legs twitching, lips parted in defeated bliss.
Kota stepped back.
Selene: 153ml
Sereya: 174ml
Two remain.
The vines stir.
Lyra watches him with hooded eyes, her small breasts heaving, nipples stiff.
Veyna hangs upside down, laughing again, her small breasts heavy, milk dripping from her nipples.
And the jungle tightens its grip on time.
"8 Minutes Remaining."
