The room was a dark, heavy tomb of thunder and lingering heat.
Haruto lay completely naked and spent on the old wooden bed, his body limp and leaking. Sweat, rain, and thick streaks of dried cum clung to her chest, stomach, and thighs. His cock rested soft and glistening between his heavy legs, still wet with the last remnants of his own release and Hina's juices. His mind was a foggy, half-dreaming haze.
She leaned in closer, her long hair brushing his face, her breath warm and sweet against his lips.
"Say it, Haruto-kun," she whispered, voice dripping with seduction. "Say you agree. Say you'll be my good boy. Twice a week for me… and every day if you want the truth about my daughters. The choice is yours. But I'm waiting, love. And I'm very, very patient."
Her hips rolled once — slow, deliberate — pressing her slick, cum-coated pussy down against her stomach, leaving an even shinier wet trail that glistened in the faint stormy Night.
