Kyouko lay beneath Haruki—held close, locked tight.
His weight over her felt safe… warm.
His hips moved slowly, deeply.
Every stroke sent heat blooming through her.
Inside her mind—
Haruki's Penis… it's too big.
She bit her lip, barely keeping her moan in.
Such a waste, Satomi…
You let go of the rarest kind of man… someone you'll never find again.
All for that disgusting relationship… with your own father.
She exhaled shakily as Haruki's hips pressed forward again, stretching her in a way she couldn't resist.
And he's not just bigger than that old man…
He's everything more.
Masculine.
Even a little thinner now—still recovering—
But strong.
Handsome.
Her arms tightened around his back as he kissed her neck, moving in slow, firm strokes.
Look at him, Satomi…
The man you abandoned.
The one you ignored.
The one who now—
Ravishes your mother.
Kyouko's lips parted, breath catching again as another deep thrust made her toes curl.
Mm… I love him.
I love his body…
