Kyouko gasped—eyes wide.
Haruki was different.
This wasn’t the gentle lover who slowed when she trembled.
Who stopped to hold her when she climaxed.
Even when her body was still caught in the middle of her peak.
"Ha...Haruki... wai—nnn!"
Her words melted into a moan, soft, choked, confused.
I want him to stop...
If he keeps doing this...
If he keeps moving inside me .
While I’m still this sensitive.
Her thoughts scattered.
There was no space for words.
No control left to hold on to.
A violent wave of climax crashed through her.
Her body jerked, spasming wildly in his arms.
A soft cry escaped her lips, trembling, high-pitched.
Her fingers clawed at his shoulders.
She moaned again, unaware, uncontrolled.
The sound was broken and raw.
A beautiful sound of a woman completely undone.
Drawing more from her.
Her inner walls clenched again and again.
Spasming with every pulse.
Haruki watched her with dark, hungry eyes.
Breaking beautifully beneath him.
"Haruki... nn... stop... ah—"
But Haruki didn’t stop.
He kept moving, hips grinding into her with smooth, controlled rhythm.
Then he leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
"Stop? When you feel this delicious~?"
A soft groan escaped his throat.
"Mmm... I don’t think... SO!"
With a sudden thrust. Deeper, sharper—he drove upward.
"Ha—Haruki... our baby..."
She could barely speak, her voice trembling, panicked from pleasure.
But Haruki only smiled, kissing the curve of her neck as he moved faster.
"Don’t worry, beautiful..."
His voice was warm. Possessive.
"I won’t go too deep."
A slow, heavy thrust.
The moment he said it, she felt it.
The one he had only teased before.
He struck it perfectly.
Kyouko’s body snapped.
Her thighs clamped tight around his waist—shaking uncontrollably.
Her legs trembled, then locked.
Her mouth fell open, gracefully.
Eyes fluttering, rolling upward.
Her breath caught mid-air.
Her body was frozen, shocked by the force of what struck inside her.
A deep, internal pulsing.Fast. Hard.
So sharp it felt like a jolt through her spine.
So powerful her body arched backward.
Hands grabbing for anything.
Breasts rising with each twitch of her abdomen.
The wetness between them turned slicker, hotter—her body letting go completely.
Haruki’s arms tightened around her waist, holding her together as she shattered in his arms.
He whispered again, softly, lips brushing hers.
"You were made for me."
Deeply, possessively satisfied.
Kyouko lay trembling in his arms.
Her beautiful face, flushed and glowing, frozen in that final moment of surrender.
Lips parted in a soft, breathless moan.
Her chest rose and fell, her body still quivering.
Each aftershock rippling through her thighs, her stomach, her pussy.
Watched her break—but beautifully.
Your body won’t forget me, Kyouko.
Not how I touch you. Fill you. Ravish you.
Not how I bring you to this edge, then pull you over it again and again.
Even if you close your eyes...
Even if time passes...
Even if a lifetime goes by.
Your body... will always remember me.
He kissed her softly.
Then pulled her close.
Their bodies still warm, still joined.
Her arms wrapped weakly around him.
Her breathing shallow...
Inside Kyouko’s mind.
I love when Haruki does this to me.
The pleasure was unbearable.
Like he’s lost in me.
She could barely breathe.
Her mind was hazy, floating.
Her body trembling beneath every deep stroke he gave her.
Blissfully, completely happy.
Every movement inside her.
That thick, hard, wide length.
Stretching her perfectly.
Filling her completely.
It was like her body was molded for him.
And now, her pussy refused to let go.
It’s too delicious...
The way his penis glided along her sensitive walls, rubbing every nerve, dragging friction that made her toes curl and her thighs tighten.
It sent her mind into chaos.
This shape... this rhythm... this wild heat...
Kyouko couldn’t think straight anymore.
Her thoughts were gone.
Scattered like petals in the wind.
Drowned in heat, sensation, and the thick, pulsing length inside her.
Eyes glazed with pleasure, she reached for Haruki’s neck.
Her lips clung to his.
Their mouths moved together in desperate sync, lips wet and warm.
Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles.
A sensual rhythm that made Haruki groan into her mouth.
Still rock hard inside her.
Brushed just right against every inch of her trembling walls.
The way she circled her hips.
It made the wide head of his length swirl and grind inside her, pressing gently, then firmly, dragging across spots she didn’t know could feel this sensitive.
It wasn’t just thrusting anymore.
Pleasurable, burning torment.
The crown of his penis rubbed her deepest nerves, swirling with each motion.
While Haruki’s hips responded with deep, slow pushes that made her melt further.
Kyouko gasped into the kiss.
Her hands gripped his shoulders—her fingers trembling.
He’s hitting everything.
My pussy... it’s too full.
Each roll of her hips sent a ripple through her body.
And she could feel it again.
That pressure building.
That helpless pulse low in her belly.
Her walls clung to him like she never wanted to let go.
The delicious tension.
The wetness between them.
It was driving her insane.
He matched her rhythm.
Grinding into her with that thick, gifted length.
Making sure she felt every ridge, every curve, every impossible inch.
Her head fell back as her hips started to lose control.
Moving faster, more erratic.
Haruki... I can’t... I can’t take it...