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AYB-013 Seduced By My Best Friend’s Wife … Yuuri Shinkawa.
Harlem loomed over him, her long legs framing his hips as she straddled his waist. The dim light of the room caught the sheen of sweat on her skin. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.
“Do you see how small you look from up here?” she whispered, her voice a low rasp.
“I see everything,” he gasped, his hips arching instinctively. “I see exactly how much of me you’re taking.”
She laughed, a throaty sound that vibrated through her chest. She shifted her weight, sliding slowly upward until she nearly escaped him, then plunged back down. A wet, squelching sound echoed in the silence, the sound of slick membranes clinging and releasing.
“You’re shaking already,” Harlem noted, leaning forward so her heavy breasts swayed, her nipples brushing against his chest. “Is it too much for you?”
“It’s perfect. Just keep going. Don’t stop.”
- “I’ll stop when I decide you’ve had enough,” she countered. She began to bounce with a rhythmic, punishing intensity. The sound of their bodies meeting became a steady, wet slap. Every descent forced his cock deeper, the head of his member thudding against her cervix.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice breaking. “I can feel your walls squeezing me.”
“I can feel you pulsing inside me,” she replied, her breath coming in short, jagged hitches. “You’re getting harder, aren’t you? I can feel your balls tightening against my skin.”
He reached up, grasping her wide hips to help drive her down. The friction was intense, a searing heat that built with every slide. The smell of sex—musk, salt, and feminine cream—filled the air.
“Tell me how it feels,” Harlem commanded, her eyes locking onto his. “Tell me exactly what it feels like to be buried in me.”
“It feels like I’m drowning in you,” he managed, his breath hitching. “You’re so wet, Harlem. It’s shlicking every time you move.”
“I’m soaking for you,” she moaned, her head tilting back, exposing the long line of her throat. “I want you to ruin me. I want to feel every single drop.”
She accelerated the pace, her movements becoming frantic. The sound of their intimacy grew louder—a chaotic mixture of wet slaps and the air being pushed out of her tight orifice with every thrust. He could see the way her pussy lips stretched and clung to his shaft, pulling the skin taut before letting go with a wet pop.
“I’m close,” he choked out, his muscles locking. “Harlem, I’m going to hit it.”
“Do it,” she urged, her voice turning into a desperate plea. “Fill me up. Give me everything you have right now!”
He let out a guttural scream as his body convulsed. He thrust upward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed violently, shooting wave after wave of hot, thick cum deep into her vaginal canal. Harlem shrieked, her own orgasm hitting her in a crashing wave. She clamped down on him with a powerful internal contraction, her walls milking him dry.
“Yes! Right there!” she screamed, her body shuddering. “Fill me! Fill me completely!”
He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as the last of his seed pumped into her. The sensation of the hot liquid filling the space between them sent a final jolt of electricity through his spine. Harlem collapsed forward, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat.
“Did you get it all?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Every drop,” he panted, his heart drumming against his ribs.
She stayed there for a moment, savoring the warmth and the weight of him inside her. Slowly, she began to lift herself, and the sound of the exit was a slow, suctioning squelch. A mixture of cream and seed leaked from her opening, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets.
“Look at that,” she murmured, glancing down at the mess. “You really did fill me up.”
“You were the one who told me to.”
She smiled, leaning down to kiss him, the taste of salt and desire lingering on their lips.
