Her body still trembled from the last wave when she leaned in, breathless and flushed.
"Go… harder…"
Her whisper cracked at the edges—shaky, needy, unstoppable.
Haruki gripped her hips tighter, his rhythm shifting.
Faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room—louder now, wet and raw.
But Kyouko didn't care.
"Mmm… ahh… Haruki… mmm…"
Her voice was no longer steady—just broken fragments of pleasure.
And inside her mind—
"Yes!!
This… this is what real sex is, Satoshi!!
This young man… he makes me come—again and again—without—"
Her thoughts shattered.
A white-hot burst exploded inside her.
Her G-spot flared.
Her walls clenched down.
And then—
She squirted.
The sudden release made her whole body jolt.
A wet rush, uncontrolled, overwhelming.
Her mouth opened in a silent moan—her voice lost to the storm tearing through her.
She slumped forward slightly, her breath ragged, completely undone.
And Haruki—
He was still inside her.
