Tianlong was already standing. Off the bed, upright, feet on the stone floor in the same motion. He gripped her thighs, pulled—her hips dragging to the bed's edge, her ass hanging over it slightly, her tail trailing to the floor, her belly pointed at the ceiling and 'shaking' with the movement.
His cock—slick, flushed, heavy—lined up with her entrance. Her cunt lips were swollen and dark and 'open', still contracting in the aftermath of her last orgasm, still wet, still leaking his pre-cum from the last hour mixed with her own overflow.
Akane looked up at him.
Her golden eyes—half-rolled, tails limp around her—found his face and stayed there.
"Husband—" Her voice cracked on the word. "'Wait—'"
He pushed in.
PAAAH!
'"AAAHNNNN~~!!♡♡♡"'
