Aira rose from her knees, cum still dripping in slow, viscous trails from her chin onto her small breasts, the pearly streaks catching the lamplight as they slid over her hardened nipples. She grabbed Haruto's wrist, sticky with his own release, and tugged him toward the bed. The sheets were already a wreck—dark wet patches from their earlier mess, the air thick with the raw stink of pussy and cum.
Haruto followed, cock bobbing half-hard, slick with her spit and the remnants of his load. Aira pushed him down onto his back, the mattress creaking under his weight. She climbed over him, thighs straddling his hips, her hairy pussy hovering inches above his stomach. Fresh arousal glistened in the matted curls, a thick bead of her wetness stretching down, breaking to splatter hot onto his skin. She dragged her slick folds forward, smearing the sticky mix across his abs in a glistening trail, the coarse hair scraping his flesh as she ground down.
