The air in Haruto's living room was warm now, charged with the lingering heat of their first encounter, the faint scent of cedar mixing with the musk of their arousal. The drizzle outside pattered softly against the windows, a gentle rhythm that seemed to echo the pulse of their shared desire. Miyu sat on the edge of the low table, her skin flushed, her breasts rising and falling with each uneven breath, her pussy still glistening with a mix of her arousal and Haruto's cum, a few drops trailing down her thigh. Haruto stood before her, his pants still pooled at his ankles, his cock softening but stirring again at the sight of her, the intimacy of the moment reigniting the fire between them.
