'M-my body—' His fingers didn't just thrust; they curled with Pleasure God precision, hooking against that textured patch inside her, massaging the swollen tissue while his thumb ground circles on her fat clit.
The combination made her eyes roll back, toes curling into tiptoes as her hips bucked against his hand.
"He knows... he knows exactly where to press... I can't escape it..."
Fresh slick gushed around his fingers, mixing with blood and cum, her pussy leaking like a broken faucet as the herbs intensified every nerve.
PAH! PAH!
Squelch... squelch...
"HNGGHH~! AHHN~!! ♡"
Mira bucked under him, her ass cheeks rippling with each slam, the force making her saggy udders swing and slap her arms, nipples leaking thin milk from the rough handling.
She clawed the grass, whispering broken begs between moans.
"M-Master... d-deeper... fill m-me like h-her... ngh!"
Her thoughts were incoherent screams.
"Deeper—how is he going DEEPER—my cervix—he's kissing it every time—"
