Haruki went still.
"Kyouko…" His voice was soft. "Do you want me to stop?"
She just breathed, eyes wide, her body burning. This wasn't what she remembered. Her husband had never filled her like this.
Haruki's cock was so much bigger. She felt stretched, almost too tight.
It feels like my pussy's tearing…
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, but even with the ache, she didn't want him to leave her empty. Not now, not with him halfway inside.
I… I don't think we can stop now…
Kyouko shook her head, biting her lip so she wouldn't cry out. A shaky laugh trembled out of her as she reached up and gently slapped his hand.
"It's already… halfway in," she whispered between shaky breaths. "Do you really think we can stop now?"
Haruki's gaze softened. He brushed her hair back, his face close, his breath warm on her cheek.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his lips almost touching hers.
She leaned up, kissed him, her lips trembling. "Just… go slow."
He kissed her softly. "Okay."
