The bedroom was bathed in soft light.The cicadas outside had grown louder, their song filling the warm air like a living heartbeat. The table fan still spun lazily in the corner, its soft whoosh barely stirring the heavy, musky scent of sex that now filled the room.
Haruto was buried to the hilt inside Yor.
His thick, veined cock was completely inside her — the full length, the heavy balls resting against her ass, the torn hymen long since stretched wide around the base. Every slow thrust had coated his shaft in fresh streaks of bright red blood mixed with Yor's juices. The white sheets beneath them were now stained with a small, dark red spot where the hymen had finally given way.
Yor's body was trembling violently beneath him.
