Phack. Pah. Phack.
"HIEEKK~!! MASTER — THE WATER — IT'S TOO MUCH — HAANGHH~!!"
Yan Shu's face pressed against the wet stone at the pond's edge. Her tits — heavy, flushed, nipples swollen from the tentacle's earlier sucking — dragged against the rock with each thrust. Cang's twelve inches split her hypersensitive cunt from behind, the water lapping at her paralyzed thighs.
Pah. Pah.
"MNghh~!! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!"
His cockhead hit her womb. She felt it through the Fairy Skin Art — every vein, every ridge, the pulse of his qi traveling up the shaft and into her belly. Her pussy clenched around him in rhythmic, helpless waves.
Pah. Pah. PAAAHH.
"AAAAHNGHH~!! CANG — MASTER — I'M GOING TO — AGAIN — HAAAIYAANGHH~!!"
Footsteps echoed from the corridor arch.
Cang's hips stopped mid-thrust.
His hand clamped over her mouth — hard, sealing her lips before the next scream could escape. He pulled her backward into the pond in one fluid motion, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her.
