Back in the forest.
"Ahn… aah… haa…"
Each moan echoed from Wen Luli's throat like windchimes caught in a storm, delicate, trembling, shattering in rhythm.
Pakh! Pakh! Pakh!
Her naked body rocked atop his, soaked in sweat, love juices, and a desperate pace that had long since abandoned any pretense of dignity. Every thrust drove her downward, deeper into the mire of surrender.
Her jade tits bounced violently under the moonlight, their cherry nipples stiff, wet from the friction of sweat, saliva.
Moonlight kissed her sacred valley, pussy drooling, clenching tight around the Yang pillar hammering into her. Her inner furnace writhed and burned hottor, desperate to melt into that heavenly rod, as if salvation could be found on its tip.
Above them, fireflies drifted lazily like idle spirit wisps. One fluttered down, landed gently on her trembling nipple.
Smack—!
"I don't like observers," Su Xiaobai muttered, flicking it off without a glance.
