Yumi's back arched up from the bed, her smooth skin sticking slightly against the sheets as she let out a long, shaky breath. Her chest heaved rapidly, each rise and fall almost desperate, like her body couldn't keep up with the aftermath of what she had just gone through. The faint sheen of sweat covering her made her glow under the dim light, every breath hitching as if the climax had drained every bit of energy from her. After orgasming that hard, her lungs felt heavy, her voice stuck between gasps and little whimpers, like she was struggling to find enough air just to breathe properly.
Kouhei stayed still, his cock still buried deep inside her, waiting quietly for her orgasm to settle down. His eyes softened with worry as he looked at her, almost like a mother hen watching over someone fragile. It wasn't pity, but care—he was giving her the moment to ride out her high without pushing further just yet.
