The porn on the TV has shifted to a slower scene—deep, rhythmic moans and wet, languid thrusts that fill the room like a heartbeat. Erica's body trembles with aftershocks—pussy still fluttering, warm and full, thick ropes of Haruto's cum slowly leaking from her stretched entrance in creamy white trails that run down her ass crack and pool beneath her in sticky puddles.
Haruto reaches up first—fingers gentle as he unties the black silk blindfold from behind her head. The fabric slips away; her eyes blink open, glassy and dazed, adjusting to the warm candle glow. She looks up at him—lips swollen, cheeks streaked with drying cum from earlier, eyes dark with sated hunger and fresh anticipation.
