The bedroom is a haze of low candlelight and heavy breathing—bodies slick with oil and arousal, the air thick with the raw scent of sex.
Haruto shifts between Mina's spread thighs—her legs still held wide by Erica and Aiko's firm grips on her knees. Mina's hairy pussy is soaked and ready—dark curls matted with her own cream, labia swollen and parted, entrance fluttering and dripping steadily onto the sheets. She's not a virgin; her pussy has taken cock before, but today it doesn't matter. Pussy is pussy—warm, wet, welcoming.
Haruto lines himself up—thick cock still rigid and glossy from earlier mouths—head nudging her slick entrance. He presses forward slowly at first.
