--This chapter contains descriptive erotic content--
Fenya tried to grab the tree trunk, but her hand slid down over and over again.
Her legs, devoid of strength, trembled uncontrollably. She took small steps to the side, then forward, and then back.
No matter how much she tried, there was no comfortable position for her.
Nothing she could do would restore control of her body.
She was at my mercy.
Fenya: "Mrm...! Not again...!"
She wore a pained expression; her low-pitched moans sounded much sweeter than the composed voice she used when negotiating.
Her hands left the tree, initially aimed at her own knees as she sought to support herself.
In a matter of seconds, she realized it was no use.
Not as long as I hammered her pussy.
Without a shred of the pride or the strength expected of a beastwoman, she meekly tried holding back my legs.
That feeble resistance was broken immediately.
Even without moving her hands out of the way, she couldn't stop me from pounding her.
