Eira's trembling fingers clawed at the wall, and she took deep breaths, feeling the sting on her ass cheeks.
Sweat beaded along her hairline as green strands of her hair were plastered to flushed cheeks and the delicate curve of her pointed ears.
Zhao Tian's hands settled on her hips once more, and he squeezed her reddened ass cheeks firmly, feeling the plush flesh yield and spring back beneath the robe.
Plap.
He gave a softer slap this time, cupping his palm on the curve rather than striking hard.
"Nngh~!" Her thighs trembled faintly, feeling his slap.
Zhao Tian's fingers kneaded deeper, and he gave another gentle squeeze, then a lighter *plap*.
"Mng~"Eira's spine arched involuntarily, and her hips canted back a bit before she caught herself.
A low, broken whimper escaped her lips, muffled against the wall as she pressed her forehead to the stone.
Sighing in his heart, he gave one final squeeze and stepped back.
