Yan Shu came immediately — the Fairy Skin Art processing the transition from empty to full with such complete resolution that her body produced an orgasm before her mind could register the thrust.
He came inside Yan Shu. Thick, hot, pulsing. Her pussy milked him in rhythmic waves while Hua lay on top of her, feeling the blind woman's body convulse beneath her, feeling the vibration of the orgasm through their pressed-together skin.
He stood.
His cock — still hard — glistened with the mixed evidence of both women. He looked at Sun Mei.
She had propped herself against the cave wall. Her legs were closed. Her arms were crossed over her naked chest, covering her tits. Her face — still carrying the remnants of the ahegao expression — was set in the particular hardness of a woman who has decided she is going to be angry about this until she dies.
"No," she said.
"Yes," he said.
"I'll kill you."
"You said that."
"I mean it."
"I know."
'Phack.'
