A continuous and furious plapping sound resounded through the bedroom as Dante moved like he was possessed. In fact, he was truly possessed… possessed by the urge to spray his seed into the fertile fields of Beatrice's land!
"Ugh…I-I can't…!!" Dante complained as he felt the cannon loading with the ultimate shot, climbing up his shaft slowly.
Beatrice was already still stuck in the throes of passion, especially since her previous orgasm was forcefully dragged forward by Dante's unrelenting tempo. She heard what he said, and acknowledged it, but she couldn't pass any comments because her whole body was itching in anticipation for the final moment.
When that moment actually came, it was far greater than what she had expected and fantasized about. Dante suddenly stopped and for a split second, she felt his heat increase slightly as meat began to throb crazily.
