Soto almost came again.
Just as his cock had the intention to surrender, Roy stomped down forcefully: "Who allowed you to cum?"
The word *cum*, softly spoken, carried an inexplicable obscene aura.
Roy's tongue felt slightly numb.
She held onto Soto's broad shoulders, feeling the vigorous heat beneath her feet, her heart pounding in her chest.
The feeling of breaking the rules, dangerous yet thrilling.
Tearing apart her ordinarily obedient self seemed to somehow bring joy.
Roy's body was filled with too many emotions. On this night, she urgently needed an outlet, and Soto, in his daze, had stumbled right into her path.
The plan to ruin the garden couldn't be carried out, and now she dragged another poor soul with her, together plunging into the abyss scorned by the mundane world.
Soto was truly obedient.
Roy didn't allow him to cum, so he tensed his body, gritting his teeth so hard they creaked, even holding back tears at the corners of his eyes.
