In Yukio's room, the two were once again lost in the same frenzy as their first night together.
At first, Yukio tried to suppress her moans, fearing her daughters would hear. But as wave after wave of heat surged through her, all restraint vanished.
Initially, Roland had been on top, but now she had completely taken the lead, her movements frantic and unrestrained, her hips bounce on top of his dick like there is no tommorow, while splashing their mix body fluids with each thrust.
It was clear Yukio knew this was wrong, but how could she resist Roland's insistent thrusts?
Consider how difficult it had been for Haruno to break up with him earlier. No one can imagine Yukio, who had suppressed her desires for forty years.
Did she really think her body would allow her to separate?
Ridiculous! Her body moved on its own, completely ignoring her will.
Yukio knew she was truly finished. Her daughters had likely already realized something was amiss.
