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 movent, 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.
Her lips parted in silent moans, her brows knit tight, her whole body trembling like she was unraveling under the weight of his love.
And Haruki.
Haruki was in ecstasy.
Her warmth, her slick wetness, the way her pussy tightened around him in helpless surrender—it was maddening.
She clung to his length, squeezing with such tender intensity that he groaned deep in his throat.
God...
She’s so damn tight.
So wet...
So perfect.
His mind clouded with it.
The feel of her climax. Unfiltered, pure, given to him and only him.
Was everything he craved.
This... this is why I can’t stop.
This is why I need her.
Every ti she ca around him, he lost more of himself.
And he wanted to.
Because no woman... no one...
Feels like her.
Haruki pulled out slowly, savoring the wet sound as her trembling pussy released him with a soft pop that made his breath hitch.
Kyouko let out a faint gasp, her body still shivering from her climax, flushed and beautiful.
Without a word, he gently guided her down onto her back.
He wanted more than just pleasure.
He wanted all of her.
He hovered over her, his hands sliding beneath her thighs, lifting them, spreading her open, baring the place only he had known. His mouth t hers in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding against hers, lips soft and hot.
And then, Without warning..
He slamd his huge penis into her tight pussy.
One deep, rough push.
Kyouko cried out into his mouth, her body jolting from the sudden, thick intrusion. Her legs curled higher, her thighs tensing in his grip.
Haruki groaned low.
His hips began to drive forward, again and again, with a rhythm that was nothing but raw need.
His hunger took over completely.
Not just for her body.
But for everything.
Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, full and soft, their movent hypnotic beneath him.
Her smooth skin trembled under his hands.
Her moans, sweet and uncontrolled, filled his ears.
Her pusssy —wet, tight, squeezing—dragged over every ridge of his thick penis with maddening precision.
The sound of their bodies. Wet, urgent, sinful was music to him.
Her scent.
Her taste.
Her heat.
All mine.
Only mine.
His eyes locked on her face, flushed, overwheld, her brows drawn in pleasure, her lips parted in helpless moans.
He moved faster.
Harder.
Driven not by release, But by obsession.
The way her body arched to et him.
The way she gave herself completely.
It made him lose his mind.
This is what I need.
This woman. This body. This reaction.
No one else makes feel like this.
Haruki leaned down, capturing her lips in another deep, consuming kiss, while his hips never slowing.
Instead, they moved faster.
Harder.
Each thrust slamming deep into her soaked, sensitive core with loud, wet slaps that echoed through the room.
The sound of skin eting skin, slick and raw grew louder and more
Faster.
Kyouko moaned, her voice trembling, breath breaking with every violent, delicious impact.
"Nnnh—Ha... Haruki...!"
Her body arched beneath him, feeding his need. Her thighs wrapped around his waist without thought, pulling him deeper, tighter.
Haruki’s hands gripped her hips as his thrusts beca rciless.
God—so wet.
So hot.
So damn tight.
Every ti he buried himself fully, he felt her walls flutter, clench, ripple around him , like her body was still trying to take him in, stretch further, accept his thickness to the very last inch.
She’s mine...
She’s all mine...
Delicious...
Everything about her... mine.
Her breasts bounced wildly beneath him, their soft jolt with every thrust making him nearly lose control.
And her face.
Flushed.
Eyes glossy.
Mouth parted in breathless moans.
She looked beautiful.
Kyouko was in ecstasy.
Every slam of his thick penis hitting the end of her trembling pussy sent electric jolts through her body.
The stretch.
The sting.
The overwhelming pressure deep inside her.
It hurt, just enough to make her lt.
That sweet, stabbing ache every ti he slamd into her deepest spot.
Pain and pleasure, tangled so tightly she could no longer tell the difference.
Her fingers clutched the sheets.
Her head rolled back.
Her lips cried out his na again.
It was too much.
The way he moved inside her. Deep, thick, fast was overwhelming.
Her body couldn’t take it anymore.
She felt it coming.
Her breath hitched.
Her fingers clutched at the sheets, searching for sothing to hold.
Her legs trembled, wrapped around his waist without strength.
It’s coming... it’s coming again...
She felt the tightening first.
Low. Deep inside.
A coiling pressure in her belly, hot, twisting, electric.
Her toes curled.
Her heart raced.
And then—
"Ah—!"
Her body snapped.
The climax struck like lightning—sharp, full, unstoppable.
Her inner walls clenched hard, rhythmically, squeezing down on him like waves crashing from within.
Her pussy pulsed wildly, her whole body jerking as pleasure exploded through her nerves.
Her mouth fell open in a silent cry.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
Her back arched beautifully from the bed.
She couldn’t think.
Couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t breathe.
Her mind went white—blank with nothing but pleasure.
She ca so hard.
Her hips bucked, her hands flailed, her thighs shook uncontrollably.
She felt the gush, warm, wet, uncontrollable as her release spilled again.
Slick sounds filled her ears as her body gushed, soaking his penis and the sheets below.
She trembled.
She throbbed.
And in that mont, there was nothing else.
Just her...
And this dizzying, delicious climax that left her body shivering.
( End Of Chapter )
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