"Please, can your servant...take a break on your cock?" The words resounded in Xinzi's mind, making our corrupt monk marvel at the Cow Demoness' guts.
Tieshan felt in control. Though she played the part of the submissive servant, she controlled the pace, the play, and all the pay that Xinzi got to enjoy in this little game.
So what if he was several times more powerful than she was? So what if he could command forces that defied her understanding? At this precise moment, she was in charge, and any illusion of control that Xinzi might have stemmed purely from her acting.
Even as our monk's hands kneaded her breasts, his tongue rubbed over her milky tits, and her lips moaned in bliss, Tieshan felt in control. The desire to own Xinzi rose up the Cow Demoness' legs, electrifying her tits and thighs while her juice dripped through her panties, spilling over our monk's hard, jittery cock.
