Hori's lips crashed against Miyamura's, her kiss fierce and demanding as she pressed her body against his, her fingers tugging at his dark hair. "Izumi," she breathed, her voice low and urgent, "be rough with me tonight." Miyamura's blue eyes flickered with hesitation, but the desire in her gaze melted his restraint. "You sure, Kyouko?" he asked, his voice soft but edged with excitement. She nodded, her cheeks flushed, and pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips. "I want you to take control," she insisted, her tone almost a growl, and he obliged, flipping her onto her back with a swift motion that drew a surprised "Mmm!" from her lips. His hands pinned her wrists above her head, and Hori's breath hitched, her body arching as he leaned down, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You're mine tonight," he said, the edge in his tone sending a shiver through her. "Ohhh… yes!" she moaned loudly, her eyes half-lidded as he tugged her shirt off, revealing her soft curves. His fingers traced her skin, teasing her breasts through her bra before unclasping it, and Hori's moans grew louder— "Mmm! Izumi!"—as his lips found her nipple, sucking gently while his other hand slid down her stomach. She squirmed beneath him, her hips bucking as he pulled her skirt and panties down, his fingers brushing her inner thighs. "Please… don't tease me!" she gasped, her voice trembling with need, and Miyamura smirked, his fingers slipping between her legs, finding her already wet. "So impatient," he murmured, circling her sensitive spot, drawing a string of moans— "Ahh! Ohhh! Yes!"—as her body writhed under his touch. Her hands gripped the sheets, her moans echoing as he worked her with slow, deliberate strokes, her cries peaking— "Izumi! Mmm! I'm—!"—as she shuddered through a quick, intense climax, her breath ragged.
Miyamura didn't stop, his own desire evident as he shed his clothes, his tattoos glinting in the dim light. Hori's eyes locked onto him, her lips parting in a soft "Ohhh…" as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him with a confident grip. "Kyouko," he groaned, his voice rough, and she moaned in response— "Mmm… you're so hard…"—her touch teasing as she guided him closer. "I want you inside me," she demanded, her voice thick with want, and he positioned himself between her legs, entering her slowly. Hori's moan was loud and unrestrained— "Ahhh! Izumi!"—her nails digging into his shoulders as he moved, each thrust deep and deliberate. "Harder… yell at me!" she urged, her voice breaking with pleasure, and Miyamura leaned close, his tone sharp. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you?" he growled, and her response was a fervent "Yes! Mmm! More!" Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her moans constant— "Ohhh! Izumi! Right there!"—as he angled his thrusts to hit her most sensitive spot. Her body trembled, her cries growing frantic— "Ahh! Don't stop! Mmm!"—as she climaxed again, her tightness pulling him over the edge, his groan low as he spilled inside her. They collapsed together, Hori's soft moans fading as she kissed his neck, her breath warm against his skin.
Hori's fingers trailed down his chest, her voice playful yet commanding. "Don't think we're done," she said, pushing him onto his back and climbing atop him. "Kyouko, you're gonna kill me," Miyamura teased, but his hands gripped her hips eagerly. "Mmm… good," she purred, her moan soft as she rubbed against him, rekindling his arousal. "Be rough again," she whispered, and he sat up, grabbing her hair gently but firmly, pulling her head back as he kissed her throat. "You like that, huh?" he murmured, his voice edged with dominance, and Hori's loud "Ohhh! Yes!" filled the room as she sank onto him, her hips rocking with purpose. Her moans were relentless— "Mmm! Izumi! So good!"—as she rode him, her movements fast and desperate, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Miyamura's hands roamed, one smacking her thigh lightly, drawing a sharp "Ahh!" from her lips, her excitement spiking. "More… like that!" she gasped, and he obliged, his palm meeting her skin again, the sting fueling her cries— "Ohhh! Yes! Izumi!" Her pace grew erratic, her moans peaking— "Mmm! I'm coming!"—as she shuddered, her body clenching around him, pulling him into another release. She collapsed onto his chest, her soft "Mmm…" lingering as she nuzzled him, her breath steadying.
Not satisfied, Hori slid down his body, her lips brushing his stomach as she murmured, "My turn." Miyamura's eyes widened, but he grinned. "You're trouble," he said, and she smirked, her tongue teasing his length, drawing a groan from him. "Kyouko…" he managed, but her moan— "Mmm… you taste good…"—cut him off as she took him into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate. Her hands gripped his thighs, her moans vibrating against him— "Mmm! Ohhh…"—as she worked him, her enthusiasm driving him wild. "Kyouko… you're too good at this," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, and she pulled back, climbing atop him again. "I want you to pin me down," she demanded, her voice thick with desire, and he flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her into the bed. "Like this?" he growled, entering her from behind, and Hori's moan was immediate— "Ahhh! Yes! Izumi!" Her hands clutched the pillows, her body rocking back to meet his thrusts, her cries loud and constant— "Mmm! Harder! Ohhh!" His hand smacked her lightly again, just enough to make her gasp, and her moans grew frantic— "Ahh! I'm…!"—as she climaxed, her body trembling, Miyamura following with a low groan. They lay panting, Hori's soft moans fading as she turned to kiss him, her lips lazy but content.
Hori's eyes gleamed with mischief as she pulled him into another kiss, her voice teasing. "One more time, Izumi. Be mean to me." Miyamura chuckled, shaking his head. "You're insatiable," he said, but he pulled her onto his lap, her back against his chest. "You're such a brat," he whispered sharply, his hand sliding between her legs, teasing her sensitive spot. Hori's moan was instant— "Ohhh! Yes!"—her body arching as his fingers moved with fervor, her cries growing louder— "Mmm! Izumi! Don't stop!" He entered her slowly, his free hand gripping her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. "You love this, don't you?" he growled, and her response was a fervent "Ahh! Yes! More!" Her hips moved with his, her moans a constant stream— "Ohhh! Izumi! So deep!"—as he thrust upward, his fingers still working her. Her body trembled, her cries peaking— "Mmm! I'm coming again!"—as she shattered, her tightness pulling him into a final release. They collapsed together, Hori's soft "Mmm…" lingering as she curled against him, her lips brushing his.