Haruto rose slowly from his knees, his chin and lips slick and shining with Aira's arousal, strands of her wetness still clinging to the stubble along his jaw. His cock stood rigid, flushed dark red, veins pulsing along the shaft, the swollen head glistening with precum that dripped in a slow, clear thread to the floor. Aira's eyes locked on it, wide and glassy, her chest heaving as she leaned back on the bed, thighs parted, the soaked black curls of her pussy matted flat against her swollen lips.
