"Oh, but I do, dear!", Li laughed heartily, grabbing her hair. "I...most...certainly...do!"<br/>The words were punctuated with thrusts, and the "doing" part was pronounced with an added emphasis. Just in case anyone would miss the double-entendre.<br/><br/>Though if anyone could miss it, it wasn't Wei. She was the one getting pounded, after all, while he was tugging her hair to impale her better on his dick. There was no dodging that, now!<br/><br/>"Once the blade is inside, there's no dodging the ripping", he thought philosophically. "And once the dick is inside..."<br/>Well, he needed to think of a better finish. Maybe Wei could help him to conclude it?<br/><br/>Either way, Li's moves were only accelerating. He had been patient until now. It was time for the rough-and-tumble part, though. So he kept fucking, and fucking her, until he taught she'd start bleeding, and he'd burst from the tension.<br/><br/>When he released the tension inside her, it was his first action this night that wasn't a conscious decision. Instead, it felt like releasing an arrow  from a bow. The arrow flies, because it can't do anything else. The string snaps, because it can do nothing else, either.