Qingyi landed on his back with a powerful thud, Khaedryss's soft, perfect buttocks nestling snug against his lap.
The impact reverberated through the ground beneath them, yet his attention remained fixed on the supple warmth settling across his hips.
The plump, protruding lips of her vulva—two soft pillows clinging to the metal that concealed the pink interior of her pussy—squeezed against the bulge in his pants, deepening the contact between her clit and the cold metal.
"Nghnn~~ so it's because of you that the girls made me wear this… undignified thing, right? ♡" she said, rocking her hips in a gentle sway.
She was dying.
With every movement, the metal buried in her puffy pussy slid against her clit, and the same torture tormented even her nipples, which pressed firmly against the unforgiving steel.
Beating those damn beasts was the only thing that brought her peace.
