Kyouko let out a soft, shuddering sigh as Haruki drove into her again—slow, deep.
Her hand trembled slightly as she held the phone near her mouth, her voice fluttering with pleasure disguised as politeness.
"Oohh~ this massage machine is really good~"
There was a pause.
Then Satoshi's voice, flat with irritation:
"Ugh. I'm ending this call. You're starting to sound crazy."
Kyouko smiled as Haruki gripped her waist and lifted her slightly.
"Okay~" she whispered sweetly.
And just as the call disconnected.
She raised her butt higher—
—and Haruki slammed into her hard.
Her mouth opened in a silent moan, her fingers digging into the couch cushions, her body shaking.
Inside Kyouko's mind…
You didn't even notice.
Your wife was being fucked—hard—while you talked about business and dinner parties.
You didn't even hear the slick, wet sound between my thighs… the rhythm of skin slapping against skin.
