She lunged.
Her broken body moved with the desperate speed of a woman terrified of divine displeasure, her hands grabbing his wet, mud-splattered shaft, her mouth opening wide. She took the head between her lips instantly, sucking with the fervor of worship, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue pressing flat against the underside.
She hugged his leg.
Her arms wrapped around his thigh as she knelt in the mud, her face buried in his crotch, taking him as deep as her destroyed throat could manage. The taste of him — mud, rain, her own ass, his cum — mixed in her mouth, and she accepted it all. She sucked him like a grape hanging from a tree, her whole body pressed against him, trembling. Her eyes closed, her face a mask of exhausted devotion, her swollen lips stretched around his girth.
Tianlong looked down.
A smile formed on his lips, slow and genuine.
