Her body moved with each thrust.
Not sliding — she was in the air, her feet off the ground, her whole body swinging forward on each stroke and pulling back on each withdrawal, his grip on her hips the only fixed point, her tits swinging with the motion, the nipples hard and dragging through the air with every arc.
PAH PHACK PHACK—
"NGGHHH~!! AAANGH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
"Slow—" The word came out between impacts, broken into syllables by the thrusts. "Slo— hah— slow— down— I do not— hah— I cannot— hah— understand— Dragon Lord— I—"
His hand found her tit.
The full grip of it — her right breast filling his palm, the dense, heavy flesh of it compressing under his fingers, the nipple pressing against the center of his hand.
He squeezed.
"HAAAH~!! NGH— that— hah— why does— hah—"
"Leave your body to me," he said.
PAH PAH PHAAAAACK—
"AANGH~!! NNGHH~!! AAAAAANGHH~!!!"
