thick clouds of sweat, pussy cream, pre-cum, and spit hanging heavy in the humid air like fog. The tatami is a slick, ruined battlefield: wide dark stains spreading from where Erica's cunt has been grinding and leaking, strings of mixed fluids clinging to the straw, tiny puddles forming under their writhing bodies.
The overhead bulb glares down mercilessly, turning every drop of sweat and arousal into glistening jewels on their naked skin. Haruto's thick cock stands rigid between them—veins bulging, head swollen dark purple and shining with a steady ooze of pre-cum that drips in slow, heavy strings onto Erica's heaving belly.
Erica slides down his body like she's starving, tits dragging wet trails across his abs, nipples scraping hard. She settles between his spread thighs, knees sinking into the damp mat, face inches from his throbbing dick. The musky heat rolling off it hits her—pure masculine scent mixed with the salty tang of pre-cum already beading at the slit.
