Listening

Dyon didn't even so much as blush in shame. So what if he made such a request? It seemed this wife of his was getting too brazen.

His hands slid across the sleek sweat that coated her back, making their way to her slender hips and grasping firmly. By the time Ri realized that things weren't about to go too well for her, it was already too late. Dyon had thrust upward.

Feeling Dyon slide so far into her, Ri felt like she had lost control of her body. Her eyes even uncontrollably rolled back, her spine shivering without restraint as she became a pile of soft meat in Dyon's arms. Unfortunately for her, since she had thrown down the gauntlet, how could Dyon let her off so easily?

Ri's moans grew fiercer, in the end, they became whimpers of mercy. Her muscles convulsed so much that they began to ache, the pleasure was so aggressive that a wash of endless fragrant juices dripped from her lower half, filling the room with an irresistibly tempting smell.