Miyu's lips parted in a sharp gasp, violet eyes glazed with tears and still locked onto Eran's face. Her voice trembled, breaking between breaths, "B… break me more, Eran…"
His smirk deepened. Slowly, he drew his finger out of her tight ring, the wet sound obscene, making her jolt and arch her back. Her body shivered from the loss, still twitching as if begging for more.
"You're ready to take this, Miyu," Eran murmured, with a low voice.
She nodded, eyes glassy, lips quivering as she bit down hard, her whole body trembling under his hold.
"Let's see how much piss your little hole can hold…" he whispered against her skin, his breath hot as his hands spread the perfect curve of her ass. Her folds glistened, drenched, pulsing as though alive—breathing for him. The sight tore a curse from his throat.
"Fuck, Miyu… you're going to take it all."
