I don't know how many times I thrust.
I don't know how many times I pounded.
I just became a machine thrusting into Forneus's cervix, and Forneus drooled and climaxed several times.
"Answer quickly!"
I didn't want to cum. If I came, wouldn't that mean I came because Forneus's insides were too good?
'That can never happen.'
The moment I was forcibly pounded in cowgirl or received morning fellatio was ultimately force majeure because Forneus attacked me. But right now, aren't I the one pounding my cock and shaking my hips by my own will?
Grin.
Forneus just smiled with hazy eyes.
"An-answer quickly!"
"...Hkk, haah."
The only sound from her mouth was moans. Even though she'd already climaxed three times herself, she stubbornly kept her mouth shut and wouldn't answer—it was admirable yet irritating.
'I misspoke.'
I misjudged Forneus. If I'd known the feelings toward me were affection, whatever the reason, I should've said the opposite—
"Hehe."
