The cold cave air pressed down against her exposed skin like a living thing.
She lay there on the wet grass of the cave floor — spread, trembling, obscenely bare — her thick thighs falling open under their own surrendered weight, her massive pregnant belly rising and falling with each ragged, desperate breath she drew.
Her heavy breasts had settled to either side of her chest, the dark, swollen areolas puckered tight from the cold and the rough handling, her nipples still aching and red from his fingers.
Her hairy pussy — dark, full, completely exposed beneath the stretched ruin of her torn panties — glistened with the involuntary arousal that had gathered between her folds despite everything. Despite the humiliation.
Despite the tears still hot on her cheeks.
Despite the fact that she was a 'Queen.'
Cang stood over her.
