Even though Mike had just emptied himself, his body refused to settle. His massive cock, still slick with a mixture of his thick semen and Haruka's juices, remained stubbornly erect.
It stood tall and heavy, twitching with a life of its own, pulsing as if it were hungry for a second round of conquest. The sheer stamina of the man was terrifying.
Haruka lay facedown, her body feeling like it was made of jelly. The sensation of "melting" she had described was still overwhelming her; her insides felt heavy, swollen, and incredibly sensitive.
Every tiny movement of the bed sent a jolt of sensation through her.
Seeing his cock still standing tall, Mike felt a fresh surge of predatory lust. He wasn't finished, and of course... Not by a long shot.
"You think you're done?" Mike chuckled, a dark, hungry sound. "I want to make you feel fucking traumatized with this word, but... I'll say it again..."
"We're... just... GETTING STARTED, Haruka~!"
