The air in Haruto's living room was warm and heavy, saturated with the musky scent of their shared passion and the faint cedar aroma of the wooden floors. The soft drizzle outside pattered gently against the windows, a soothing backdrop to the intimate quiet that enveloped Haruto and Miyu. They remained close, Miyu still perched on the edge of the low table, her skin flushed and glistening, her breasts rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Her pussy, slick with their mingled arousal and Haruto's cum, dripped faintly, a glistening trail along her inner thigh.
Haruto stood before her, his cock softening but still warm against his thigh, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, their bodies tethered by the raw connection of their second round.
