The air was thick with sweat, musk, and raw desire as Ayaka pressed her body flush against mine, those heavy tits heaving with each ragged breath. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, filled with a hunger so fierce it made my cock twitch uncontrollably. "Tonight," she whispered, voice dripping with heat, "no more holding back. I want every filthy inch of you."
Without another word, she pushed me down onto the bed, nails digging into my skin as she straddled me, grinding that dripping pussy over my raging cock. Her hips moved in a frantic rhythm—hard, fast, desperate—as she let out moans that were half screams, half prayers. "Fuck, harder, baby! Pound me raw, make me yours!"
I grabbed her hips, slapping and squeezing the juicy flesh as I matched her pace, thrusting deep and steady. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with her cries of pleasure and my low growls. Her tight pussy clenched and squeezed me like a vice, every twitch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
Her hands roamed, scratching down my chest, biting into my shoulder as she gasped out dirty fantasies—about submission, breeding, about being owned and broken in the best way possible. "Fill me up, baby," she begged between desperate breaths, "make me yours… breed me until I'm dripping with your seed."
The filthy words ignited a fire inside me. I lost control, balls slapping hard as I drove deep inside her, pouring my hot, thick load in waves that left us both gasping. She clenched tightly, pulling every drop, trembling under me as the orgasm crashed over her in violent, shuddering waves.
We collapsed together in a sticky, sweaty mess, hearts pounding, breaths ragged. Her lips found mine in a sloppy, desperate kiss, tongues tangling as she whispered, "This is just the start, baby. You've broken every boundary. Now I'm yours—completely."
The night stretched ahead, full of filthy promises and uncharted pleasures, and I knew there was no turning back.