The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the quiet room. Kyouko stirred gently beneath the blanket, her body waking slowly before her mind caught up.
She slowly sat up, the blanket pooling around her waist, feeling her body weak, her pussy sore, and stared at the blanket.
I couldn't believe it.
Last night had been the first time I had sex in over twenty years.
She felt the faint, lingering wetness between her thighs, a subtle reminder of what he'd left inside her.
She could feel the seed inside her, warm and thick, still nestled deep.
Kyouko placed a hand over her lower belly, her palm pressing gently against the soft skin, before she let out a soft exhale.
If it's not my safe day…
Her mind raced, calculating the days, the risk. The thought of carrying a child at her age, of carrying his child—sent a cold thread of panic through her chest.
She shook her head and closed her eyes briefly, trying to calm her racing heart.
