"Nnnaaah! Aahn!"
Lewd moans echoed through the underground aqueduct. They were the sweet cries of a woman.
"Hey now, what's wrong? We've only just started, you know?"
Rigel spoke in a vulgar tone. He was holding Amand in his arms while thrusting into her — the so-called stand-and-carry position (or "station lunchbox" style).
He seemed intent on continuing to enjoy raping her while slowly walking forward. Of course, even as he walked, he was violently slamming his cock into her pussy. With every powerful thrust, love juices splattered from their joined bodies.
"Aaaahh! Nooo! Please, forgive meee!!"
Amand cried and begged for mercy with tears streaming down her face. Naturally, there was no way he would stop. On the contrary, her desperate pleas only excited him more. After all, her current expression looked like she was drowning in pleasure.
"Haha, you don't really hate it, do you? You're soaking wet down here."
