She reached forward.
Her fingers found the panty at Jennifer's lips — the soaked, ruined fabric stuffed there — and she pulled.
It came free.
Jennifer gasped.
The first ungagged breath of a woman whose mouth had been occupied for longer than was comfortable, raw and immediate — and Yuna leaned in, her hand on Jennifer's shoulder, and said:
"I'm here — it's me — Yuna — he's going to—"
PAH! PAAAH!
"AAANGHH~!!"
Jennifer's eyes rolled back.
Her mouth, newly free, produced a sound that was not a cry for help.
"Yes — YES — harder — don't stop — fuck me — FUCK ME HARDER — MASTER — impregnate me — give me a new child — IAAAANGHH~!!"
Yuna's hand went still on her shoulder.
She looked at her aunt's face.
