Haruto gently pushed Ayaka back until she lay on the sofa, their kiss never breaking. It deepened quickly as they began to suck on each other's lips, tongues moving together, saliva slipping from the corner of her mouth as she gasped softly.
The bowl of popcorn slipped from her hand and fell to the floor with a dull thud, kernels scattering across the carpet. Neither of them noticed. They were far too focused on each other.
"Hmmmnnnh, Haruto," Ayaka moaned between kisses, her voice sweet and heated, and the sound alone made him hard.
Haruto's hands slid down her body and lifted her dress. Their kiss broke only briefly as they hurriedly pulled off their clothes, pieces falling one by one to the floor.
Once they were naked, they clung to each other again, mouths reconnecting without hesitation.
He squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers until it hardened. Ayaka moaned loudly and turned her head, her breathing uneven.
