Haruto lay back on the pile of their clothes, the fabric soft beneath him, a makeshift shield against the rough rooftop. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his skin slick with sweat that glistened in the sunlight. Miyu straddled him, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked on his with a mix of confidence and vulnerability. She positioned herself above him, guiding his cock to her entrance, her pussy warm and wet as she slowly lowered herself onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect fit that drew a low groan from Haruto's throat and a soft moan from Miyu's lips. Her warmth enveloped him, and the slickness of her arousal made every movement feel effortless, electric.