He kissed the corner of her eye from below and kept the heat and the vibration and the upward strokes while the Ashford Madam squirted again, thinner this time, her clit twitching under his hand, her nipple tight between his fingers, her pussy milking the buzzing length of him as wetness ran down Phei's hips.
Her planted foot slipped on the wood and her other hand found his hair and held, and she forgot the door and forgot to be quiet; the Goddess lay on the Young Dragon's chest and came apart in the position that had been built for this exact inner stroke.
"Hh—nn—ahh—" broke out of her on the second spray, and the table answered with a wet slap each time Phei drove up through it, pah-pah-pah under her ass, sqelch turning thin and filthy as she spent over him.
"Inside," the Goddess gasped, still squirting around him. "Mark me. Cum in my pussy. Don't pull out. Phei— please—"
