That night.
In the quiet of the seaside house.
The sound of waves outside was drowned out by the sharp, rhythmic slaps of skin meeting skin.
"Haruki! Ah—be gentle!" Kyouko's voice broke between gasps, her body bent over the edge of the bed, white knuckles gripping the sheets.
The stretch was overwhelming.
That familiar, delicious fullness deep inside her, each thrust pushing her further, making her toes curl. The friction was hot, relentless, wild. Haruki's movements were fast, hungry, rough, and yet perfectly in tune with her body's need.
She could feel it building again. That uncontrollable swell deep in her core, the one she had no power to stop.
She bit her lower lip, trying desperately to muffle her moans and whimpers, but her body refused to stay quiet. Every nerve was alight, her skin tingling from the intensity, her hips trembling under his grip.
The sensation, that huge, intoxicating stretch, the deep, powerful movements.
