Looking down at her, flushed, trembling, soaked beneath him.
Haruki felt something snap inside.
Yes… Kyouko… yes…
This is the Kyouko I want.
The real her. The woman who gives me everything… who breaks apart in my arms… who trusts me with her whole body.
Her moans, her cries, the way her body jerked when he slammed deep into her—he loved it.
He couldn't look away.
The way her body reacted.
So sensitive, so real.
She climaxed so easily with him.
As if her body belonged to him alone.
She was perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
And that made him hungrier.
Haruki pounded harder, faster.
His hips slamming into her with powerful rhythm.
Her breasts bounced beautifully with every thrust, full and soft, the jiggling motion hypnotic.
She arched beneath him, her back barely touching the couch now, hands clutching the cushions.
Her lips trembled, biting down gently each time his thick length struck that deepest spot inside her.
