Fumi moaned softly against my chest, her sweaty body still pressed tightly against mine.
"You were so hardcore… my body is aching all over…"
She shifted a little, the movement making another thick trickle of cum leak from her gaping asshole and slide down the inside of her thigh. Even exhausted, her voice carried a clear mix of coquettishness and genuine annoyance when she asked the next question.
"Tell me… how many women have you got? You're pretty good… how many women have you already ruined…?"
I kept my tone light, still half in the shy-boy act.
"Not many…"
Fumi's eyes narrowed. She pinched my waist hard enough to make me flinch, then leaned in and bit the side of my neck, sucking just long enough to leave a clear red mark. When she pulled back, she looked satisfied.
"You are mine."
But the moment her eyes stayed on the spot, the bite mark began to fade. Within a couple of seconds, the skin was smooth and unmarked again, as if nothing had happened.
Fumi's eyes widened.
