Haruki's pace shifted again.
Harder.
Deeper.
Every thrust landed with a wet, needy sound—his hips slamming into hers as their bodies met over and over.
Kyouko's breath hitched.
Her fingers gripped his back again—tighter this time.
She could barely think.
The pressure inside her built too fast.
Too high.
Too sharp.
Her legs shook.
Her moans grew desperate.
And then.
She broke.
Again.
Her climax slammed through her like a wave—fast, raw, unstoppable.
Her entire body jolted, eyes flying open, mouth parting as a soft, desperate cry left her lips.
Her walls clenched around him hard—fluttering, tight, pulsing, trying to hold onto him.
And in that moment.
Haruki groaned—deep, low, primal.
He felt her come around him.
Felt the delicious grip of her soaked, trembling warmth trying to take him in even deeper.
And he couldn't hold back anymore.
His hips buried one final time, deep and full.
And then.
He released.
