Chapter 130 – Is it warm? (3)
Every time my cock slowly moved back and forth in her anus, Monga let out a mixed moan of pain and pleasure, but as time passed, the intensity of her moans faded.
“Haak♥ Ah, didn’t we agree not to touch the front!”
“If I touch here, you’ll adapt faster.”
I inserted two fingers into her slippery pussy and slowly began to move back and forth.
Monga started to moan and scream alternately, and eventually, it would break down the wall between the two senses and awaken the true pleasure of her anus and pussy.
“It’s not just me feeling good… I’ll make you feel good too…!”
“Stop… Ahhh♥”
Monga’s hips trembled with pleasure, and in response, her anus tightened around my cock.
Despite the soft and hot flesh trying to swallow my cock, I lifted Monga’s waist and pushed my cock deeply into her anus, squeezing it tightly with my sphincter.
“Ugh…♥”
Perhaps because it was similar to the pleasure of defecation, every time I pulled my cock out of her anus, it felt like pouring pleasure into Monga.
Now that Monga was starting to adapt to my cock, I patiently repeated the slow and deep thrusts.
‘I have to make her completely mine today.’
Just thinking about ejaculating a lot of semen into her slippery anus and pussy made my cock twitch.
“Monga… Does my cock feel good?”
“I, I don’t…!”
Monga didn’t realize when I started calling her name and using vulgar words without hesitation.
The pleasure of a solid meat stick poking her backdoor, which she had previously comforted with cheap toys, was enough to impair her judgment.
Whenever the sensation of a burning fire came and went through her anus, it made her spine tremble and her screams of pleasure escape from her throat.
“Then, I’ll make you feel even better…!”
“Stop it…! Haak♥”
The man’s work, which stimulated her entire body like a snake crawling, had a meaning that Monga now knew too well.
Every inch of her body that his rough hands touched was screaming to accept pleasure beyond her control.
Only her remaining rationality was fighting hard against the overwhelming sensation that made her feel like she was going crazy.
‘Even if I like it, I shouldn’t…!’
Monga was originally a disciple of the Golden Bell School, which was founded by a disciple of the Amipa School. After losing her husband and falling into despair, she chose to leave the secular world.
Monga’s inner strength naturally merged with the Jin San Nei Gong of the Amipa School, and she became a master of the peak, leading the evil ones who mocked women.
