Haruka couldn't answer. She was lost in a sea of sensation.
Her eyes were rolled back so far that only the whites showed, her head lolling helplessly on the pillow. She was no longer a woman with thoughts or opinions; she was a vessel for his pleasure, a creature of pure reflex.
"Haaah... ahhh! Nnnngh! More... please... ahhh!"
Mike's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of her. He had seen many women, but there was something about the way Haruka was built that truly caught his attention.
"And these..." he muttered, his hands squeezing her breasts even harder, pulling the skin taut. "For an Asian girl, you're fucking built like a goddess!"
"These things are massive... heavy... perfect." He let out a low, appreciative grunt, his fingers tugging at her nipples until she let out a piercing, melodic scream. "Most girls are tiny, but you... you've got enough meat on you to keep a man busy for a lifetime!"
