Haruki couldn't hold it anymore.
Not after feeling her tight, soaked pussy pulsing around his penis—her body shaking, convulsing, climaxing again with every deep, rough thrust.
Her voice was gone.
Her body limp and clinging.
Her breath ragged.
Perfect.
Too perfect.
The sound of their skin slapping together grew faster, sharper—echoing through the room as Haruki slammed deeper, chasing that final high.
And then—
It hit him.
That rising, uncontrollable wave surging up his spine—his body tightening, his orgasm crashing close.
He pulled out in a swift, desperate motion—his body trembling with restraint.
Kyouko barely had time to gasp before he moved closer—guiding his penis to her lips.
But there was no hesitation in her eyes.
Still trembling from her last orgasm, she accepted him, her mouth opening softly.
Even now—still sensitive, still breathless—she let him finish inside her, not out of duty… but because she wanted to give him everything.
