Kyouko's fingers clutched the sheet beneath her.
Haruki's hips moved in a steady, deliberate rhythm.
The wet slickness of her arousal sang with every thrust, soft and obscene in the quiet room.
Her body was already trembling beneath him, her breath hitched and erratic. He could feel it.
How her pussy clenched tighter around him with every stroke, how her thighs quivered as if they were trying to hold him inside.
"Ah—" she gasped, lips parting.
And then.
It hit her.
Kyouko's back arched in one graceful, uncontrolled movement, her breath catching into a trembling moan.
Her walls pulsed hard around his thick penis, clenching, fluttering, milking him with such raw sensitivity that Haruki nearly lost control.
Her legs stiffened.
Her arms shook.
Her soft, perfect body jolted with every wave of release as her climax rippled through her from the inside out.
Graceful.
