He leaned over her, one hand wrapping around the thick base of his cock, the other bracing beside her head. He folded her legs up high, pressing her knees toward her shoulders until her thick ass lifted off the floor and her open cunt was presented like an offering. The mating press locked her in place—her son's unconscious body trapped beneath the curve of her lower back, forced to feel every shift and bounce of the mother he had come here to "save."
Cang lined up and slammed home in one brutal stroke.
The wet, heavy *slap* of flesh meeting flesh cracked through the chamber. Salma's moan tore out of her throat, loud and raw, echoing off the stone. Her cunt clenched greedily around him, still flooded with earlier loads, the excess spurting out around his shaft in a filthy white froth.
