Haruki leaned forward—
His lips brushed against her neck, placing a slow, warm kiss.
His hand slid upward…
Cupping her breast gently.
His fingers moved with care, circling the soft, full mound.
Thumb brushing lightly over the sensitive peak.
Kyouko let out a soft, trembling moan.
Her hips shifted slightly in response, still pulsing from her climax.
Haruki smiled.
So sensitive…
Even the slightest kiss drives her crazy.
Her body was still clinging to him, still twitching softly.
Still flushed.
Still helpless.
And he loved it.
I don't think I'll ever find another woman like her.
Not just young-looking… not just beautiful.
Her skin is smooth like porcelain… her body perfect… curves that fit right in my hands… breasts that are full, soft, and natural.
Her lips, soft and pink.
That round, feminine ass.
But most of all.
She climaxes so easily.
So deeply.
Just a few thrusts… a few kisses… and her body gives in completely.
