"Aahh… Haruto… it feels so good…"
Chiyo's voice came in breathy, shuddering gasps as she moved on top of him, her hips undulating with each roll.
Her generous curves—her waist and full figure—bounced with every thrust, her pace growing frenzied as she chased her climax.
The cramped, dimly lit bathroom amplified her moans, filling the air with the sounds of their forbidden passion.
Haruto slouched on the toilet seat, seemed lost in the pleasure she was giving him, his high school uniform in disarray.
His black trousers lay pooled on the tiled floor, his shirt was half-unbuttoned and wrinkled from their 'fun'.
"OHH!!! NGGHHH!!! AHHH!!! AHHH!!!"
Chiyo moaned even louder, as if she didn't have a shame left in her. However, Haruto covered her mouth with his hand.
"You are too loud, Mother. Do you want someone to find us or something?" Haruto groaned, feeling her pussy trembling and clamping down on his cock.
