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.
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.
Her eyes fluttered half-closed, lost in the pleasure. Heavy-lidded, dazed, but glowing with something deeper.
She was so warm. So tight.
The moment Haruki penis sank into her tight pussy, again and again—he could feel her wet heat wrapping around his length like velvet.
Each thrust was a slow drag through that slick, clenching softness.
Her pussy was tight, too tight. Gripping him with every stroke, as if her body refused to let him go.
And the deeper he pushed, the more her pussy spasmed around him.
Every time his hips slammed forward, he felt her inner walls pulse, fluttering with trembling resistance.
She’s trying to hold me...but she can’t
She’s already breaking.
His penis pushed to the very end of her pussy, striking that sensitive wall where her body reached its limit.
But he still had more.
More length she couldn’t take.
He loved the way her back arched, the way her mouth parted, how she bit her lip with every deep, punishing thrust.
Her expression, half bliss, half pain was beautiful.
She looked like she was drowning in it.
Eyes heavy, moaning softly, body jerking whenever he bottomed out with a deep, shuddering slap of skin on skin.
Haruki bent down and captured one of her breasts in his hand.
He squeezed gently, then leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth.
She gasped beneath him.
He sucked slowly, letting his tongue circle the sensitive peak, while his hips never stopped pounding forward.
Every time he thrust, her breasts bounced beneath his mouth, soft and heavy, her nipple growing stiffer under his tongue.
He could feel her close again.
Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.
And then, She shattered.
Her pussy clamped around his penis . Hard, spasming uncontrollably as she came.
Her voice broke into a cry that melted into a moan, high and breathless.
He felt her release flood around him. Her inner walls pulsing in waves, squeezing his length so tight it nearly stopped his rhythm.
Hard.He felt it, all of it. Her wetness coating his thighs, soaking beneath them.
He didn’t want to stop.
Because watching Kyouko , seeing her lose control, feeling her body surrender.
That thought crashed through Haruki’s mind like a wave he could no longer hold back.
Her expression when she trembles beneath me.
Her gentleness. Her serenity. Her warmth.
And her vulnerability.
The way she gave herself to him, completely, quietly, without words.
She was like a dream.
No. More than a dream.
She was the kind of woman every man secretly longed for but could never find.
Haruki kissed along her neck, his lips worshipping every inch of skin.
Still moving inside her, hard and deep, he reached up, lifted her arm slowly.
Then his lips brushed against her armpit.
Smooth. Completely bare. Silken.
She was like a model.
Flawless. Delicate. Beautiful in every detail.
How could someone ever be overlooked?
How could anyone abandon this?
Everything about her belongs to me now.
Haruki inhaled deeply.
The soft, natural scent of her body filled his lungs. Faint sweetness, pure warmth, the trace of her skin mingled with desire.
God... he thought, his head spinning. She smells so good...
I don’t want to stop.
Haruki gripped her tighter, his voice low, raw.
"You shouldn’t have sex with anyone except me."
His voice wasn’t angry.
Inside Kyouko’s mind, something snapped.
Take me, Haruki... all of me...
Not my husband. Not any other man.
Only you, Haruki. Only you.
The orgasm hit her hard.
Harder than anything before.
Her hips jerked up uncontrollably, her spine arching off the couch.
Her head tilted back, mouth open, no words. Just a gasp, a moan, a cry twisted together.
Her legs trembled, locked tight around his waist.
Her walls clenched him in rhythm, fluttering violently. Squeezing, pulsing, milking him with raw, desperate pleasure.
Her body trembling like a wave crashing over itself again and again.
She couldn’t hold it.
And as Haruki watched her lose herself completely beneath him—he knew.
No other man would ever see her .
No one else could make her fall apart the way he could.
Haruki slammed into her harder. His pace no longer controlled, his need no longer held back.
Kyouko, still trembling from her last orgasm, felt it.
Her body hadn’t even finished crashing from the first wave when the next came tearing through her.
"My God...! I didn’t even finish my—ahhhh!!"
Harder. Wilder. Out of rhythm.
Her back arched violently, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a soundless cry as her body jerked and trembled beneath him.
And in that perfect, uncontrollable moment.
He groaned low, deep in his throat, as his length throbbed inside her.
He filled her completely, every pulse of his release making her body tighten again around him.
He didn’t care about the risk.
Because just as he poured himself into her. Kyouko came again.
Her cry hit the air. Her nails raked his back. Her entire body seized as her core clamped tight, milking every drop of him.
The pleasure doubled.
One perfect explosion that shattered them both.
Haruki crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with a desperation that was more than lust.
His hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently as he rocked into her slowly, riding out the last tremors of pleasure.
The soft jiggle of her chest beneath his palms, the warmth of her soaked body wrapped around him.
Everything he ever wanted.