"Greedy girl," he chuckled darkly, and his pace increased—
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH!!
Faster. Harder. Each thrust a percussion, her moans the melody, the wet sounds of their fucking the bass.
Suddenly Cang dropped to the floor, laying Xiao on her back on the wooden boards.
He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his shoulder, spreading her wide, and slammed back into her from this new angle.
PAAAH!
"HIEEEKKK~!!"
The angle was devastating—hitting spots inside her she didn't know existed, grinding against her G-spot with each thrust, making her convulse.
"I CAN'T—!! HNGH~!! TOO DEEP—!! AAHHH~!! YOU'RE—HIEEKK~!!—HITTING MY WOMB~!!"
And they could see it.
From where Madam Lin and Zhang Yue stood—frozen in place, hands still covering their eyes but fingers spread wide—
They could see Xiao's flat belly bulging with each thrust, the outline of his cockhead pressing against her womb, distorting her stomach.
