Ayame clung to Haruto in his lap, her fourth orgasm rippling through her, pussy overflowing with his fresh cum as it dripped in thick, warm streams down his balls onto the soaked mattress. Their sweaty foreheads touched, breaths ragged and synced, her kind-hearted eyes shining with pure adoration as she peppered his face with soft kisses. "You're my everything, baby... so strong for me," she whispered, her guardian voice trembling with emotion, stroking his cheek tenderly. Haruto's serious focus never wavered, his cock still buried deep and twitching inside her—he craved giving her every peak, every shudder, matching her pleasure with his own unyielding drive. She smiled playfully, nipping his lip. "Let's switch it up... lie down on your side with me. I want you close, wrapped around me."
