Chapter 57: Consumed by Passion ( 57 )

Chapter 57: Consumed by Passion ( 57 ) Kyouko let out a small laugh, her eyes gleaming as she watched his gaze wander over her bare body. "Don’t stare too much, Haruki~," she whispered, feigning modesty but not hiding the slight arch of her back, subtly offering herself more. Haruki’s lips curled into a hungry, possessive smile. "Of course I’m going to stare," he murmured, brushing a hand gently along her side. "You’re perfect. Beautiful. Youthful and flawless. It’d be a crime not to admire the view I’ve been wanting to see... ever since the first day I moved in." Kyouko’s cheeks tinted pink, but her smile only deepened. "Oh, naughty boy~," she whispered, her fingers lightly tracing his arm. "So I was in your sights all along?" Haruki leaned down, his face close to hers, lips barely brushing her ear. "From day one." A pause. "You’ve always been the one I wanted, even when I wasn’t supposed to." He leaned in and kissed her, deep, possessive, filled with hunger. Kyouko responded with a soft moan, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as their tongues met and danced, savoring each other as if they had all the time in the world. His body pressed fully against hers now, warm, supporting and grounding her beneath him. Haruki’s hands moved with certainty, sliding over her waist, then slowly upward, raking over her bare skin. When his palms reached her chest, he cupped her breasts, fondling them gently, thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks. Kyouko gasped into the kiss, her back arching slightly in reflex, her nipples already sensitive from his touch,slow, thorough, like a man addicted to every inch of her. And then... She felt it. His length. The thick tip of his penis pressed gently against her entrance, nudging with slow, shallow movements, teasing her with delicate, tantalizing contact. Even after all their times together... Even after her body had already accepted him. His size still felt too big for her. The stretch, the pressure, the heat.. It made her body tremble in anticipation. "Mmppphhh...!" Kyouko’s eyes widened as she felt him slowly stretch her open, pressing against her pussy’s entrance. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. She kept kissing Haruki, her lips trembling, her hands clutching his back. Haruki moved with agonizing slowness, hips inching forward, pushing his penis inside her bit by bit, savoring the feeling of her welcoming him. Tight, warm, and soft. Even after all their times together, her pussy still hugged him like it was the first time. Still so perfect, so tight. And that sensation sent a pulse through him, filling him with an overwhelming rush. He could feel every inch of his penis sinking into her, feeling her walls mold around him, accepting him completely. For Kyouko, the sensation was exquisite, every nerve ignited, every breath ragged. It wasn’t just about pain or stretch, more like pressure, a slow, delicious fullness that made her shiver and moan. Thick... warm... deep. She could feel her pussy parted around his shaft, molding and accommodating his size. Like her body had no choice but to surrender to him, and that fact drove her crazy. It made her crave more... Not just his length, but the feeling of being filled, taken, connected totally. Her moan slipped into his mouth as their kiss deepened, filled with desperate longing. This... This was the feeling she’d been missing all her life. The place inside her that her husband never touched. Never even reached. Haruki found it so easily. With every slow, deep thrust of his penis, he hit that spot again,her most sensitive place. The one that made her gasp, tighten, shiver all over. Thick. Long. Heavy. Haruki’s size wasn’t just overwhelming—it was addictive. He wasn’t just deep—he reached the end of her pussy. And somehow—he still wasn’t fully inside. The stretch was maddening. The pressure where his tip pressed deep inside—right against her womb— It sent a sharp, sweet jolt through her body like a pulse of lightning. Not pain. Not just pleasure anymore. It was something more— A delicious, unbearable fullness That made her toes curl, her hands grip tighter, her pussy tighten around his penis like she never wanted to let go. Her mind blanked. Her hips moved on their own. Her moans came fast, choked, rising from deep in her chest. "Mmh—H-Haruki—" Before the sound could escape, Haruki captured her mouth in a kiss, muffling her cries. Their tongues tangled, but she was too far gone—her body jerking, trembling, clenching around his shaft. Kyouko climaxed. Hard. Her whole body shook beneath him, her eyes fluttering open wide, then closing again as the wave hit. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her voice—half-moan, half-whimper—spilled into his mouth, every sound devoured by the kiss so no neighbor would ever hear her fall apart. This. This was why she couldn’t stop. Her body convulsed in his arms, but it wasn’t just her thighs or her trembling breath— Deep inside her, she felt it. That sweet, unbearable tightening. Her inner walls...wet, clenched, gripping his penis tightly...reacted without control, pulsing around him as her climax tore through her like a storm. Something inside released.. A rush of warm liquid, sudden and intense, soaking between them. Haruki groaned softly against her mouth as he felt it. Her body surrendering, completely undone by the way he touched her. Kyouko could feel herself contracting, twitching, her core so sensitive that even the slightest shift of his shaft sent aftershocks through her legs and lower belly. Her breathing was shallow. Her eyes dazed. Every nerve ending tingled. And she knew—without a doubt— That place deep inside, that spot only he could reach... It was his now. Kyouko’s mind had already unraveled. All she could feel now was Haruki’s thick, hard penis deep inside her pussy—stretching her in ways that made her toes curl and her breath catch. She couldn’t hear anything else. No distant sounds. No thoughts. Just him. Just this. The slow rhythm shifted.Haruki’s hips began to move faster, rougher, each thrust pounding into her with raw hunger. Her body jolted with every motion, hips rising instinctively to meet him. Kyouko moaned louder—helplessly, shamelessly—her voice raw with need. She didn’t care. Didn’t hold back. All she wanted now—was him. To feel him, deep and fast and relentless. To chase that fire again until it burned her from the inside out. The friction inside her—the pressure against that sweet, aching spot—made her body go wild. Her legs trembled. Her nails scraped down his back. Her voice broke again and again under his kiss. And she kept whispering in gasps between each thrust.. "More... Haruki... more... don’t stop... please..." ( End Of Chapter )