Miyu's gaze dipped, lingering lower as though her body moved on instinct rather than thought.
Her thighs parted slowly, hesitantly at first, until the motion became deliberate... revealing the faint glisten of her arousal slipping down, catching the low light.
Eran's eyes followed the trail, catching it fully, and his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper that brushed against her heated skin.
"You must be even wetter than I thought, Miyu."
Her breath caught, and her reply came as a soft, shivering plea.
"Y-yes… please, Eran…"
Her voice was trembling now, stripped of all pretense.
"Make it stop… I can't hold it much longer. It feels..."
But she broke off, thighs tightening around the heat that pulsed between them, as though bracing against the next wave of sensation.
A shiver ran through her entire body, so sudden it almost made her knees buckle.
