Aira eased off Haruto's face with a wet, slippery slide, her thighs trembling as the last smear of cum and cream clung to his chin in a glossy streak. She collapsed sideways onto the ruined sheets, the mattress squelching beneath her. Haruto rolled to meet her, both of them slick with sweat, cum, and pussy juice, skin shining under the dim lamp. Their chests rose and fell in ragged unison, the air thick with the raw stink of sex, musk, and the faint metallic tang of her broken hymen still lingering.
