The room was a violent storm of thunder and drowning heat.
Hina's pussy hovered inches above the thick, condom-covered cock of Haruto. The head of his shaft was pressed firmly against her gaping entrance, the red dotted condom stretching tight over the swollen, veined tip. Thick white ropes of her own juice and rain water still dripped from her swollen folds onto the latex, making the rubber glisten obscenely.
Then she sank.
Slowly. Deliberately. Possessively.
