"AAAAHHH! H-HUSBAND! IT'S TOO BIG—MY ASS! YOU'RE RIPPING MY ASSSS!"
Thessa's scream tore through the pleasure tent, raw and desperate, mixing with the wet, meaty sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! SCHLORP!
Tianlong stood in the center of the room like a conqueror, his feet planted firmly on the cum-stained rug. In his arms, he held Thessa completely suspended off the ground.
Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her ankles locked behind his back in a desperate bid for stability.
She was facing him, clinging to his broad shoulders, her face buried in the crook of his neck as she sobbed. But the real action was happening below.
Tianlong's hands gripped her thick, muscular buttocks, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hauled her body up and down. Impaling her. Using gravity as a weapon.
His massive cock—still slick from Mamoon's destruction—was buried hilt-deep in Thessa's tight, virgin asshole.
