The room was filled with the rhythmic, wet slapping of flesh against flesh and the sharp, stinging cracks of Shen Yu's palm landing on her reddened cheeks.
Huo Lin's world had narrowed down to the sensation of the massive, unyielding wood stretching her virgin canal to the breaking point.
Every time he bottomed out, her internal organs felt as though they were being rearranged, her soft belly fluttering with the sheer force of his impact.
"Oh, heavens! Senior! It's hitting... it's hitting so deep!" she shrieked, her voice hoarse and ragged.
"I can feel you... I can feel you in my stomach! I'm your slut... I'm your worthless, anal-starved slut!"
Shen Yu's expression remained a mask of cold, predatory focus, though his breath was coming faster now, the intense heat of her tight, oiled passage beginning to draw him toward the edge.
