Lixue lay in the wreckage of her own climax for only a moment, her breath hitching as she watched the steady, rhythmic pulse of Shen Yu's back. He remained buried deep within the exhausted, twitching form of Xu Yi, his presence a heavy, unyielding anchor in the aftermath of the storm.
Driven by a hunger that even her recent release couldn't stifle, Lixue forced her trembling limbs to move. She crawled forward, her skin slick with sweat and the evidence of her own worship, until she was close enough to touch the god who had orchestrated her undoing.
With a bold, desperate possessiveness, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of his length, slowly drawing him out from the Flood Dragon girl's pussy.
A heavy, wet shlick echoed in the silence as he came free, glistening and monstrous. Shen Yu didn't resist; he simply turned his head, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he watched his First Wife.
