He grabbed her by the waist and began driving upward from below — not waiting for her to manage the bounce, simply using her the way he used everything, with the direct efficiency of a man who had decided her body was an instrument and was playing it.
PAH PAH PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
Her tight little asshole, stretched around his girth, gripped him with the clamping desperation of a ring that was being asked to do something it was not designed for and was doing it anyway because it had no choice. The outline of him was visible through her lower belly — the cock dome tracking through her intestinal walls in the same obscene, impossible mapping that it produced in every body it occupied, but more pronounced in Lin Suya's slight frame, her soft lower abdomen showing every inch of movement.
Wanchun, below, watching the cock-dome from underneath, produced a sound against his balls that was not entirely professional.
"MMMHH~"
