Her fox ears flattened, twitching wildly—their cartilage trembling in sympathetic vibration with the moist, stifled percussion filling the room. Static snapped in the air, a hush broken only by those endless, muffled cries.
Tianlong's hand clamped her left tit like a vise, fingers digging into soft flesh. He twisted the dark nipple until it elongated and stretched, milk-white beads escaping and dripping onto his glistening abs in a slow, quiet patter.
PAH! Pah! PAH!
"AANGHH~!! HIEKK~!!! OUNGH~!!!"
She screamed, a high, feral note, but even that was softened by the heavy velvet and the damp, enclosing heat. Her tails thrashed—each core flexing as orgasmic spasms rippled out, making her pregnant belly heave, the baby inside kicking hard enough to bulge her taut skin.
