"Master... Master, please... no more..."
Her cheek was mashed against the window frame. Her knees were on the sill, her ass thrust backward into the air, and her whole body rocked forward with every slam. The wooden frame squeaked under her gripping fingers. Outside, beyond the fog of her own breath on the glass, the last golden rings of her sect master's breakthrough were still dissolving into the night sky.
She was one of the four. The quiet one. The one who had sworn, only eight hours ago, that her Dao was pure and her body was a temple.
Her temple was being demolished.
Twelve inches of divine cock slammed in and out of her pussy, the lips clinging to the shaft on every pull-out like they were trying to keep him inside, then folding inward on every thrust. Her juices ran down her thighs in long, shiny rivers. Her ass glowed red where his palm had landed, again, again, again.
Pah Pah PAH!
