Tianlong's rhythm shifted from measured thrusts to something primal.
His hips snapped forward in ruthless pistons, each impact driving Akane's body deeper into the silk sheets.
The wet collision of flesh rang through the chamber—sharp, relentless percussion that made the air itself tremble.
PLAP—PLAP—PLAP!
"AHHH~! M-Master... s-something's... I'm bur—NNNGH~!!"
Akane's pussy clenched around him like a vice lined with wet velvet, her walls rippling in waves that tried to milk him.
But he only drove harder, grinding his base against her swollen clit until her Qi sparked visible—crimson threads crackling where their bodies met.
The friction generated heat that warped the air, his cultivation roaring through each thrust.
From the side of the bed, Xiang watched transfixed, her small breasts heaving with shallow breaths.
Her nipples stood rigid, aching points that throbbed in sympathy with each violent impact she witnessed.
