He guided his cock downward until the head pressed against her soaked pussy. Her heat practically drew him in; the soft folds kissed against his tip as if begging him to enter. The wet sound that escaped when he pressed forward was obscene, and both of them froze for a second from the intensity of it.
Kouhei took a deep, shaky breath, his muscles tightening. Then, slowly—almost reverently—he pushed inside.
"Nghhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa...~"
Kyouka's eyes flew open wide, her whole body arching off the bed. Her breath caught in her throat, voice breaking into a moan that filled the room. The thickness of him stretched her in a way that made her toes curl and her fingers clutch the sheets. It was overwhelming—the girth, the heat, the fullness that spread through her from the inside out. For a fleeting second, everything around her disappeared. All she could see was white, all she could feel was him.
