Haruto's cock was still buried deep inside Aira's dripping pussy when the phone vibrated again.
He didn't even look at it.
Instead, he reached out with his free hand, grabbed the phone, and turned the screen completely off. The message, the photo of Hina's spread-open cunt — all gone in an instant. He dropped the phone back onto the bed beside them.
Aira was still lost in the afterglow, her arms locked tightly around his back, her face buried in his neck, her heavy squished softly against his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist like she never wanted to let go.
Haruto grabbed both of Aira's hips with both strong hands.
He broke the hug.
He leaned down and kissed her lips — slow, deep, and possessive. His tongue pushed past her lips and claimed her mouth while his cock stayed buried to the hilt inside her. Aira moaned into his kiss, her body arching beneath him, her walls fluttering and squeezing around him like she never wanted him to pull out.
