But he is lying, he did not penetrate me. Instead, he makes me lie on all fours. Keeping my knees close, his manhood slides between my legs, earning a groan from him. Our flesh makes wet sounds as he slides back and forth. And the way he rubs against me creates delicious friction, that when I find my climax again, I fall heavily on the couch, panting in resignation.

Then, his movements go faster, and rougher. The couch creaks in both our weights. Until finally, he releases and my skirt gets drenched more than ever.

“I love you, Kaiya,” he whispers in my ears as his seed continues to spill...