The Ki he had been pumping into her system for the last hour had colonized her nerve endings.
Pain was still present, yes — but it was being 'rewritten' in real time, the edges of raw, tearing agony slowly dissolving into a deep, overwhelming heat that had no business existing in a passage that had never been touched.
"AHH—AHHH—what is—'nghh'—what is happening to me—!"
PAH. PAH.
"'Unnh~! Aahnn~!!'"
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"'AANGH~~!! AAAHH~~!! HA—HAAAH~~!!'"
Her pussy, completely untouched and trembling from the proxy-vibration of every thrust driving through the thin shared wall inside her, was drooling clear slick freely onto the grass beneath her — a steady, humiliating puddle forming directly below her neglected, swollen, hairy cunt.
Her milk was no longer spurting in panicked bursts — it was flowing in continuous thin streams with every single forward slam, the rhythm of his hips synced perfectly with the wet 'drip drip drip' of white liquid from her chain-hung tips.
