Yumi began to move up and down, her plump hips swaying in a wild rhythm. I could feel every centimeter of friction inside her—the smooth, soft, and incredibly tight walls of her pussy. But it was a different kind of tightness. It was as if every fold, every contour of her flesh was specifically designed to perfectly cradle and stimulate every inch of my cock.
The sensation pulled my consciousness into a vortex of pure pleasure. It felt like sinking into a churning, hot ocean where each wave brought a new peak higher than the last.
This... was almost the same as what I'd felt with Ophelia—that deep, all-consuming intimacy. Only this time, there was an added feeling: the feeling of being swept away. As if I was losing control of the situation and of myself.
And I really, really didn't like that feeling.
