Haruki went still.
"Kyouko…" His voice was soft. "Do you want me to stop?"
Kyouko's breath was shaky, her eyes wide, her pussy burning. This wasn't what she remembered. Her husband had never filled her like this.
Haruki's cock was so much bigger. She felt stretched, too stretched.
It feels like my pussy's tearing…
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. She bit her lower lip to stifle the pain.
I… I don't think we can stop now…
Kyouko shook her head, biting her lip to hold back a cry. A shaky whisper escaped as she reached up and gently slapped his hand.
"It's already… halfway in," she whispered between ragged breaths. "Do you really think we can stop now?"
Haruki's gaze softened. He brushed her hair back, his face close, his breath warm against her cheek.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his lips nearly brushing hers.
She leaned up and kissed him, her lips trembling. "Just… go slow."
He kissed her softly. "Okay."
