He pulled out in one long, deliberate drag.
The sudden hollow left by his cock made her sob — relief crashing against grief at the same time, her stretched, raw pussy fluttering around nothing, desperately clenching at the absence like a mouth that just lost its words.
A thin thread of her slick and his pre-cum stretched between her trembling folds and the glistening, darkened head before snapping, dripping hot on the inner slope of her thigh.
He moved her before she could breathe.
Strong hands — not Kenji's careful hands, not the hands from her daydreams — gripped her hip and shoulder and flipped her sideways with the casual authority of someone rearranging a pillow, her body weightless to him, her blindfold still sealed tight over her eyes.
The ruined scraps of her training uniform — shredded cotton, a broken tie of fabric, barely clinging to her hip like a widow's goodbye — were seized and hurled across the room without a word.
