Kyouko bit her lip—hard—as she felt Haruki slowly push forward, his thick penis stretching her pussy from within.
Her pussy instinctively clenched, welcoming him despite her mind screaming at her to stay quiet.
"Don't…" she whispered breathlessly, her voice barely a breath, "Don't remove any clothes… okay?"
"Mm..." Haruki responded behind her, his lips brushing her ear.
They moved under the blanket, bodies hidden beneath layers of soft fabric, but every inch of her pussy could feel him—pressing deeper… slowly.
Deliciously.
Kyouko's eyes fluttered shut.
That stretch… That fullness…
She bit her lower lip again, holding back the moan that threatened to escape.
His movements were slow.
Every push forward made her body tremble, her hands gripping the edge of the futon.
And still…
She wanted more.
Even in her parents' house.
Even with danger just a wall away.
Kyouko's body wanted more, needed more.
She longed for Haruki to move faster, to take her the way he always did.
