Kiana screamed—one final cry torn between panic and pleasure—as Liend moved again. Just like before. He'd come, and without pause, without even a breath between, he thrust forward again.
But this time—his fourth—something shifted.
She felt it.
Liend's grip faltered—just slightly—his hand loosening as the pleasure surged through him. And in that fleeting moment, Kiana hissed, seizing her chance. She broke free.
She pulled away—falling into the tub with a thud, her body rolling awkwardly as she gasped for breath, chest rising and falling in heavy bursts.
"Mom…" Liend called out, still standing, cock flushed and stiff, slick with a mixture of oil and his own release.
Kiana looked up from inside the tub, dazed.
He stepped closer, his shaft brushing past the edge of the frame—fully in her view.
She raised a hand instinctively, stopping him.
"Wait…" she mouthed, breath shallow, chest still heaving.
"I… Mom can't, Liend," she whispered.
