The woman stared at him, completely frozen in place. The warm, golden light of the bonfire painted her in flickering amber, highlighting the soft, heavy curve of her breasts straining against her worn blouse, the natural roundness of her wide hips, and the delicate, highly vulnerable trembling of her lower lip.
"I..." she started, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't know what you mean, sir. I am a married woman."
Tianlong said absolutely nothing for a long, devastating moment. He simply stood up from the tree log, his full, towering height unfolding itself slowly, like a predator who had all the time in the world. The red-and-gold cultivation robe shifted around his frame, and beneath it, a muffled, deeply devoted 'schluck' sounded against his inner thigh as Yuna adjusted her position, her warm mouth still cradling his heavy, throbbing cock with complete, unwavering devotion.
