Tianlong broke the kiss, leaving Gara gasping for air.
"On your back," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Now."
Gara didn't argue. Her warrior's pride had evaporated the moment his tongue invaded her mouth. She lowered herself onto the cum-soaked floor, her muscular legs spreading wide, presenting her dripping pussy to him.
Her thick black pubic hair was matted with her own arousal, fluids glistening on her copper thighs.
"Please..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I need—"
"I know what you need."
Tianlong positioned himself between her thighs. His cock—thick, veined, the head swollen and dark—pressed against her entrance.
He looked into her silver eyes. "Watch. Watch as I turn you into my bitch."
SLAM!
"GYAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
