PAH. PAH. PAH. PAH.'
The rhythm didn't slow.
It hadn't slowed in the last twenty minutes and it wasn't planning to.
Tianlong's hips drove forward with the relentless cadence of a man who has decided that 'careful' is a word for people with less cultivation sense, his cock hammering into Akane's drenched pregnant pussy from behind with the full, unmoderated force of someone who has been patient all evening and is done being patient.
'PHAACKK!'
"HIEEENGHHH~~!!"
Her head dropped between her arms.
Both hands white-knuckled on the chair armrests, the wood creaking under the grip, her whole upper body rocking forward with every thrust and snapping back when his grip on her hips pulled her onto him again.
Her belly — round, heavy, the full late-pregnancy weight of it — swung forward on every thrust and returned on every pull, the motion obscene and visible and completely unstoppable, the child inside shifting with the rhythm of a mother being thoroughly used.
