The words, the playful, teasing complaint of a man whose harem was departing for an expedition, were delivered while his cock was twelve inches deep in her ass.
She moaned. She cried. Her dark eyes, wet, streaming, looked back at him. Her coral lips, swollen, parted.
"I can stay if Master wants," she whispered. Her raw voice, broken, was the voice of a woman who would abandon everything, the expedition, the pool, the mission, to stay with him. To serve him. To be his.
He laughed. The sound, the warm, amused, genuine laugh of a man enjoying his woman, filled the room. He slapped her ass again. The sound, the clap, the vibration, was loud.
PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!!"
"Tighten your ass a bit," he said. His voice was casual. The instruction, the command, was delivered while he drove deeper. "Clearly, I've sent away the boss twins. Princess and Sentis. The purple ancestor was also gone."
