The sound of pounding echoed in a room. Then there's the sound of a woman moaning crazily. Sweat drips down while the beds creak with intensity. The smell of bodily fluid lingered in the air, making the ones inside intoxicated.
"Yes!" the woman shouted as her eyes turned white and her smile bloomed from the substance entering her flower. She quiver as she releases her nectar, soaking the bed and making her limp. Coil doesn't have a choice but to let her upper body lay face down while her bottom remains high. There's still a stiff rod inside her and strong hands that hold the side of her rear.
Coil glanced back with blurred vision because of the pleasure. She saw the masked holder, who had already changed his mask into a half mask, gazing at her bottom. He then looked into her eyes before smirking.
