"You... you've already fucked me three times in the ass, you pervert—"
Tianlong's consciousness snapped back to the present moment like a rubber band released at full tension.
The familiar sensation of Feng's tight, clenching asshole around his thick cock, the warmth of her voluptuous body beneath him, the silk sheets of the Pleasure Palace bed—everything was exactly as it had been ten minutes ago.
The time reversal had worked.
He looked down to find Feng sprawled beneath him, her massive tits heaving with exertion, her pale skin flushed pink from their marathon session.
His hand gripped the soft flesh of her plump ass cheek, his 9-inch shaft buried deep in her stretched hole, still throbbing with residual pleasure from their previous coupling.
Feng felt him go still, the steady rhythm of his thrusts suddenly stopping. She lifted her head, ice-blue eyes meeting his with curiosity and a hint of concern.
