He lifted her out of the pool.
Not carefully. Not with the tentative handling of a man managing fragile cargo. He grabbed her hips from behind, mid-thrust, and simply picked her up — her feet leaving the pool floor, her enormous tits swinging free of the water, her cunt still stuffed full of his cock, her entire bodyweight supported entirely by the two points of contact between his hands on her waist and his cock inside her.
She screamed.
"KYAAANNGHH~!! WHAT — ANCESTOR~!! WE ARE — THE WATER~!!"
Gravity did the rest.
Her own weight drove her down his shaft by an additional half inch that the pool's buoyancy had been preventing, and the new depth made her voice disappear into a breathless, high-pitched keen as his cockhead pressed against something in her womb that registered as both too much and not enough simultaneously.
He walked.
