Tokyo.
Haruki's apartment.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed faintly through the room.
Haruki was wild.
Relentless.
Kyouko's breath hitched—her body trembling, bent low for him as the bed rocked gently beneath them.
Her voice broke through the thick air, soft and desperate.
"Haruki… don't be rough… mmm… ah…"
But it only stirred him more.
She had already climaxed.
Not once.
Not twice.
Three times.
And now—
He was buried deep again.
Feeling every tight pull of her pussy.
Every ripple.
Every squeeze of her soft, drenched walls around him.
His grip tightened on her hips, sweat sliding down his back.
She was too much.
Too warm.
Too good.
"Don't push too deep—! Nn~"
Her words melted into a moan, her body shaking again.
Haruki leaned forward, his mouth brushing her shoulder, breath hot against her skin.
Inside his mind—
I can't stop…
You're too perfect, Kyouko…
This body… this scent… the way you tremble when I take you—
It drives me insane.
