The scream filled the room. Her body arched — not just her back, her entire frame, from her heels to her shoulders, lifting off the bed in a rigid, trembling bow. His cock drove in. Six inches in a single thrust.
The walls of her vagina — tight, unprepared, resisting — stretched around him. The friction was enormous. The heat was unbearable. The divine qi poured through the contact point, flooding her meridians, and the pain and pleasure merged into something that her nervous system couldn't categorize.
Her chubby belly bulged. His hand — large, warm — rested on the distended skin, feeling the shape of his own cock head through her flesh. The outline was visible, the ridge of the glows pressing outward against her abdominal wall.
"Anhgh~!! It's — I can feel it — in my stomach — I can see it— Anhgh~!!"
He pulled back. Thrust. Again. Harder.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
