The room was a whirlwind of thunder and drowning heat.
Hina's heavy, sweat-drenched body was still riding Haruto with raw, animalistic fury. Her ruined, cum-smeared pussy was stretched impossibly wide around the thick, condom-covered cock, the red dotted latex visibly creaking and stretching to its absolute limit with every brutal slam of her hips. She was still coming — riding through the aftershocks of her own orgasm, her folds clenching and milking his shaft as thick white ropes of his cum continued to flood her gaping womb.
The thunder cracked overhead — so loud the entire house shook. Lightning flashed in blinding, strobing white, turning every detail into a frozen, obscene photograph.
