Roma doesn't stop wriggling, even after her shoulders, slim as they are, spread the dragon open as far as her small body can make them. The heat simply feels too wonderful to stop...<br/><br/>Her small breasts squeeze inside, and Roma finds herself panting and frustrated as her legs leave the ground... she's lost her leverage, and her feet kick uselessly as she can't push herself any deeper...<br/><br/>Her fingers dig into the walls, but by now they are far to slippery for her to grip, so her hands draw small but hard lines of blunt pleasure as the drag across dragoness's dark pulsing passage.