The air is thick with the scent of sex — oil, cum, sweat, and fresh feminine arousal.
Aiko crawls onto Haruto's lap first — straddling his hips, her medium-sized breasts pressing softly against his chest. Her hard nipples drag across his skin as she leans in, hands cupping his face. She kisses him hungrily — lips crashing, tongue shoving deep into his mouth in desperate, sloppy strokes. Saliva spills between them instantly, running down her chin and onto his neck in warm, messy trails. Her hips rock slowly, grinding her hairy, wet pussy along the length of his still-hard cock, leaving slick streaks of her arousal on his shaft.
Haruto groans into her mouth — one hand sliding up her back, the other gripping her ass firmly. He lets her kiss him for a few more hungry seconds, tongues tangling wetly, before he suddenly flips them.
