The bedroom was thick with the heavy, musky scent of sex, mixed with the faint metallic tang of Yor's virgin blood, the creamy warmth of Haruto's load still leaking from her freshly torn pussy, and the raw, salty aroma of Aira's saliva still clinging to Haruto's cock.
Haruto had been fucking Aira's mouth with long, deep, relentless strokes — his thick, veined cock sliding in and out of her throat while her tongue swirled desperately around the head and her lips stretched wide around his girth. Saliva poured out of the corners of her mouth in thick, sticky ropes, running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. Aira's eyes were watering, her moans muffled and broken as she tried to take every inch.
But Haruto suddenly pulled back.
He didn't cum inside her mouth.
He didn't want to waste it.
