Back to anal.
PAH!
"AAAHH~!!"
Pussy.
PAH! PAH!
"OUNGH~!! HIIEEK~!! WHICH ONE~!! AAANGHH~!!"
The lubrication cycle. Her pussy soaking his shaft on every entry, carrying that slick back to her anal on the switch, using her own body's arousal as the mechanism of her own destruction — and the sensation of not knowing which hole was receiving the next thrust, the anticipation of 'which one' before every impact, was doing something to her nervous system that had bypassed pain entirely and arrived somewhere that made her hips push back on instinct to 'meet' him.
She noticed herself doing it.
She kept doing it.
Rihana noticed.
Said nothing. Squeezed her hands.
His tail, meanwhile, had found Lira.
She was still kneeling against the table in her wreckage — and the ridged length of his tail located her soaked, freshly-used pussy from the side with the casual efficiency of a limb with its own agenda.
It pressed in.
"Hn—"
