The raw need in her voice, the way she clung to him as if he were her lifeline, the genuine desperation that no amount of acting could fake.
His mind, which had been focused on moral considerations just moments before, turned to darker thoughts.
'She wants her husband back so badly...' Tianlong was clear now about having her, molding her pussy to his shape and making her brain forget every glimpse of her husband.
Of course, but not like this.
One week was far too little time for someone of her caliber and emotional complexity, possessing such a body that was meant for months, not a few days.
Though he needed to train her properly, to break down her preconceptions and rebuild them around his presence.
He slowly retreated, gently but firmly distancing her trembling form from his body. Her golden eyes never left his face, wide with fear that he might disappear again.
