Haruki froze mid-thrust.
Because he felt it.
And saw it.
Kyouko's entire body arched beneath him, her spine curving off the bed in a fluid, trembling motion.
Then.
She broke.
Her moan. Soft, breathy, uncontrollable escaped her lips as her head tilted back and her fingers gripped the sheets like she was drowning in pleasure.
Her pussy clenched around him, tight and wet. No, tighter than before.
She was pulsing.
Jerking.
Her thighs trembled around his hips, and then he felt the rush.
A sudden heat.
A gush.
A sweet, wet explosion.
She squirted hard, and this time it was different.
More intense.
More raw.
More uncontrolled.
"Damn…" he whispered under his breath, watching her lose herself.
Her body jolted under him, her chest rising and falling fast, her soft breasts bouncing as the spasms took over her completely.
She looked...
So beautiful.
So sensual it made his head spin.
This wasn't just climax.
This was surrender.
