Haruki's breathing grew heavier, his eyes locked on the woman beneath him.
Despite being over forty, Kyouko's beauty defied time.
Her skin smooth and flawless, her face radiant and youthful, her armpits and the delicate pussy, completely bare, showing the kind of perfection men could only dream of. Every inch of her was soft, elegant, and alluring.
But it wasn't just her looks.
It was the way she reacted to him. The gentle flutter of her lashes, the serene yet heated expression, the way her breath trembled with each movement he made.
As he thrust into her again, his eyes caught the hypnotic sight of her full, firm breasts bouncing with his rhythm.
The delicate sway in perfect time with his deep, powerful drives. The movement was almost too much to take in, each bounce a reminder of the woman who was now completely his.
Her moans, her trembling, the tightening of her pussy around his penis.
