Akira's balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, her juices dripping down, pooling on the table. The sensory overload hit her: the stretch of his thick shaft, the wet glide, and the risk of the unlocked door making her clench tighter.
"Yes! I'm... I'm cumming!" Aoi cried, her pussy convulsing around him, walls milking his cock in rhythmic squeezes.
Fresh juices gushed out, soaking his base, her orgasm crashing through her in waves. The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on overwhelming, her toes curling, nails raking his back.
Akira followed soon after, her tight grip milking him right to the edge. "Fuck... here it comes," he growled, pulling out just at the last second. His cock was throbbing as he stroked it hard over her.
Hot spurts shot out, splattering across her smooth stomach in thick, creamy ropes, painting her skin with his warm release.
