As if pleased by Ellie's gaze focused solely on him, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth and lay down lengthwise on top of Ellie. Her soft breasts were pressed, and she could hear his breathing up close.
His movements became hurried.
"Hah. Ung...!"
"That's right. You like it."
Ellie buried her face in his shoulder, breathing heavily. The woody perfume he often wore mixed with his body scent and invaded her breath. It was an unforgettable scent.
Ellie bit her lip to hold back her cries of pleasure and pressed her nose closer to his neck. She could feel him trembling inside her.
He was reaching his climax. Even in her excited state, Ellie listened quietly to Simon's increasingly rapid breathing.
"Huk!"
"...Uh!"
Before she knew it, the sticky love juices leaking from her entrance had thoroughly soaked the leather seat. Simon, smiling languidly, gazed intently at Ellie.
"You're wetter than usual."
"Ha..."
