GASPPP!?
The two elders holding Fanxue's legs felt it before they saw it.
Her thighs began to shake.
Not the fine, anxious trembling of a woman bracing for something — the deep, uncontrolled shaking of legs that had received a signal from somewhere below the brain and were responding to it without asking permission. Her soft inner thighs quivered against the elders' forearms, her round hips rolling weakly in the water, her body trying to adjust to the impossible mathematics of twelve inches of cock buried in a cunt that had been closed for two hundred years.
Elder Mengsha looked at the visible bulge below Fanxue's navel.
At the clear, obscene dome pressing upward through the soft skin of her belly, the outline of his cockhead pushing against her from the inside like a fist through wet cloth.
She said nothing.
Her jaw remained tight.
