Mari nodded, her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "I'll try."
She leaned up to kiss him, her lips soft but hesitant.
She felt a deep embarrassment—no man had ever seen her like this, let alone touched her in such an intimate way.
But she trusted Haruto; she loved him and knew he would be gentle, guiding her through these new sensations.
As he continued to explore, his fingers moved slowly, carefully stretching her, helping her body adjust to him.
His touch was patient as he traced along her inner walls, each movement searching for her most sensitive spot, determined to bring her pleasure.
"You're so wet, Mari," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" He slid another finger inside, his gaze never leaving her face.
Mari's breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips. "Nnnggh… it feels hot," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
