Kyouko's eyes flew wide open.
This rhythm—rougher, deeper, harder—was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
Every time Haruki's hips drove into her, a loud, sharp slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, filling the air with a primal sound.
She was so wet that each thrust created a slick, obscene noise—one she might have found embarrassing if she weren't already lost in the sensations rippling through her body.
And she felt everything.
Her entire body jolted with each thrust—the force, the speed, the delicious stretch.
When he pushed deep, reaching the furthest depths of her pussy, she gasped aloud, a sudden flash of pain sparking through her nerves.
But she didn't want him to stop.
That sharp pressure against her most sensitive point sent shivers racing through her.
Her inner walls squeezed him tighter, craving that rough contact over and over.
*It hurts… but I love it…*
