Haruki went still the moment he felt Kyouko's hands press against his chest. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her expression tight with pain, her cheeks flushed.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Kyouko's breath was shaky, her pussy burning.
This isn't what I remember. My husband's cock never filled me like this.
Haruki's was so much bigger. I could feel my pussy stretched. Too stretched.
It feels like my pussy's tearing…
And it's painful…
Another tear slipped from the corner of her eye. She bit her lower lip to stifle the whimper rising in her throat.
But… I don't think we can stop now…
Kyouko shook her head, biting her lip to hold back a cry. A shaky whisper escaped as she reached up and gently slapped his hand.
"It's already… halfway in," she whispered between ragged breaths. "Do you really think we can stop now?"
