Page 178 of The Dragon 5


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I kissed her hard, hungry, and open-mouthed. My tongue pushed past her lips and I tasted it—my blood, warm and metallic, mixed with the sweetness of her mouth.

Greedy, I sucked on her bottom lip where the blood was thickest and groaned into her.

She moaned against me and her hips rolled.

My cock shifted inside her pussy and the sensation sent a bolt of pleasure so sharp up my spine that my free hand clenched in her braids, unraveling that bun, and yanking her to me more.

She gasped into my mouth.

I pulled at those braids harder. "Ride me, Tora."

And she did.

Slow at first.

“Fuck.” I let go of her head and dropped my hand to the side.

She sat up, raised her body until my cock nearly slipped out of her, then sank back down and took me to the root. The wet sound of her pussy swallowing me filled the space.

Thick.

Obscene.

Loud enough, anyone walking past the tea house would know exactly what was happening inside.

"Faster," I growled.

She obliged.

Her hips snapped down harder and her pace picked up until she was bouncing on my cock with her breasts swaying in my face. I reached up with my free hand and palmed her left breast—full and heavy, spilling over my fingers.

“God, yes, Tora. Your pussy is so good.” I squeezed and her nipple pressed hard against my palm.

"Yes, Kenji." She moaned and threw her head back. "Squeeze it."

I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched.

“Oh!” She hissed and clenched that pussy around my cock so hard I saw stars.

"You like that?" I pinched her stiff nipple harder and tugged. "You like it when I play with these pretty tits while you ride my cock?"

"Yes."

I switched to her right breast. Cupped it, lifted it, and squeezed until the flesh swelled between my fingers.

“Oh.”

I caught her nipple and twisted—gentle enough to make her gasp, rough enough to make her pussy flood.

And flood she did.

I could feel it—a fresh wave of her arousal running down my shaft, coating my balls, dripping onto the stone beneath us.

The sounds coming from where our bodies met were filthy.

Wet.

Sloppy.