The room was filled with sound—
wet, messy.
Every time Haruki thrust into her, the air vibrated with the slick rhythm of her soaked pussy—his penis sliding in and out, thick and steady, stretching her again and again.
And then—
The slapping of skin to skin, the low, rhythmic smack as his hips met hers, made it impossible for her to ignore what was happening.
Her pussy...
It wasn't just reacting.
It was pulling him in, clinging to his penis with every deep motion—like it needed him to keep moving.
Don't stop.
Please, don't stop.
And then—he hit it again.
That spot.
That impossible, perfect place deep inside her.
Kyouko's mouth fell open, but no sound came at first—
just a sharp gasp, her back arching as if her entire body snapped taut.
"A-Ah—Haruki—!!"
Her legs trembled. Her hands clutched his shoulders.
He kept hitting it. Again. And again.
Her body couldn't take it.
Her mind blurred into white noise—
her vision flashed.
The pressure built up fast, too fast—
