"Okay, I’m going to end—"
Her breath hitched sharply as Haruki suddenly slammed deep.
Haruki!!! she screamed silently inside her mind, face burning.
"Alright," her mother said on the other end, still unaware. "So you’ve eaten there, right?"
"Y-Yes... I’m..." Kyouko bit her lip as Haruki moved again. "...cooking after this."
Her flushed face turned toward him, and she shot him a sharp side-glare.
"Okay, don’t stay too late. Looks like Satomi gave you more responsibility, huh?"
"Mmm... yes," Kyouko managed. "Okay, bye."
Kyouko smacked Haruki’s arm, this time harder.
"You shouldn’t do that while I’m on the phone!"
But Haruki only leaned in, catching her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
"I’m sorry," he murmured between breaths, "but I couldn’t hold back..."
"Now... pull out," Kyouko said, trying to sound firm, though her breath was still uneven.
"No~" he murmured with a smirk, leaning in to kiss the corner of her lips.
"Haruki!!" she hissed, half in warning, half in anticipation as his hips gave a slow, deliberate roll that made her tremble again.
"Pull out now?" he teased, his voice deep and low, almost purring against her ear.
Kyouko clenched her fists softly against his shoulders, her lips twitching.
He knows my weakness...!
That thick heat still inside her.
She turned her face away slightly, trying to resist..
But her flushed cheeks and parted lips betrayed her.
"Pull out... , right?" Haruki said with a sly smile.
Then, he drove back into her in one powerful thrust.
"Ah!" Kyouko gasped, her eyes fluttering wide for a moment before half-closing in bliss.
Her body tensed, then softened.
He knew exactly how to please me...
Her thoughts swirled as her body reacted before she could stop it, hips lifting, legs tightening around his waist again.
Haruki moved deeper, harder, his rhythm relentless yet purposeful.
Each time he pulled out just enough to make her shiver, then slammed back in, hitting all the right places, pulling helpless moans from her lips.
Soft. Shaky. Breathless.
She hated how much she loved it.
Or maybe she loved that she couldn’t resist him.
Her fingers dug into his back.
Her lips parted in another soft moan.
Because she loved this feeling.
Loved how he teased her.
And how he pleased her.
She couldn’t believe it.
Haruki had just released inside her. They had rested.
His penis was hard again.
Thick. Pulsing. Moving.
His hips began to roll with growing intensity, rougher, deeper,again.
Her breath caught as her body jolted from the first heavy thrust.
Is this how strong his desire is?
His need... his lust?
Kyouko’s eyes fluttered, her fingers tightening over his shoulders.
She never knew a man could be .
She had thought release would bring relief. An end.
It was only the beginning.
Her body, still sensitive and tender, trembled as he moved deeper, harder, hitting that same trembling spot again.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
And though her body burned, stretched, ached—
Because this wasn’t just lust.
It was how deeply he wanted her.
Kyouko didn’t even realize how much time had passed.
She didn’t notice how many times her body had climaxed.
was how delicious it was.
The way Haruki’s thick, long penis slid in and out of her pussy... slow at times, then deep and rough, stretching her in all the ways her body craved.
How her walls clenched tightly with every motion, only to soften and welcome him again.
How each thrust stole the breath from her lips.
How the pleasure rolled in again... and again...
Her body had surrendered.
Haruki’s hands roamed across her bare skin, touching her everywhere—her waist, her hips, her breasts—caressing her as if memorizing her all over again.
Every brush of his palm, every kiss on her neck, every sharp thrust that sent her toes curling...
And now she understood.
There was another side to Haruki.
The man who saw her, touched her, and still craved more.
Even through the haze of pleasure... the trembling of her thighs... the heat spreading through her body again.
They weren’t distracted.
They were watching her.
Every time she climaxed...
Every time her back arched and her lips parted in that helpless moan.
His eyes locked onto her.
Not just at her face.
Not just at her body.
As if he was trying to memorize every twitch of her hips, every tremble of her chest, every breathless cry that escaped her lips.
His gaze didn’t look away.
With something dangerously close to worship.
Kyouko’s breath caught.
He’s watching me... completely.
Loving what he does to me.
And somehow, That made the pleasure deepen.
Her heart race faster.
Her body tremble harder.
And that smile.Haruki smile.While watching her surrender.
That faint smile that only appeared when he saw her ...
It wasn’t just hunger in his gaze.
Like he couldn’t believe she was real.
And in that moment, Kyouko’s heart squeezed.
Because now she understood.
It wasn’t just her body that Haruki loved.
Do you like it, Haruki...?
This woman beneath you...
Your father-in-law’s wife...
Now the one you’re slamming your thick, hard penis into her pussy—again and again.
Do you like seeing me ?
The way my body reacts?
The way I break for you?
Because this isn’t fake.
The one no one else has ever seen.
The one only you could bring out.
Her breath caught as another wave of pleasure tore through her, her pussy clenching tight around him, her moan soft and trembling.
Now... and only now...