He drove deeper. Six inches. Eight. The cervix, the tight ring, was there. The head, pressing against it, was there. The divine qi, flowing through his cock, through her walls, through her meridians, was overwhelming.
She screamed. Her mouth, open, her tongue extended, her eyes rolling beneath the bandage. Her hands, on his shoulders, gripped. Her nails, digging into his golden skin, left marks.
"IT HURTS!" she screamed. "PLEASE! STOP! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"
He kissed her. His mouth, his lips, found hers. The kiss, hard, silencing, swallowed her scream. Her mouth, her coral lips, her tongue, were taken. The taste, the divine qi, the masculine flavor, filled her senses.
He fucked her. In the water. The lake, the cool water, splashed around them. His hips, driving, moved. In and out. The rhythm, the pace, was building.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"Mmmfh! Mmmfh! AAANGH~!!"
