2𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀ˢᵉʳᵒ

(★) 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝ˢⁱˣᵗʸ-ⁿⁱⁿᵉ

The headboard smacked against the wall, most likely waking sweet old Mrs. Kaedae up from her mid-morning nap. Korei's cries of pleasure could definitely be heard in the room down the hall, that's why people were making noise complaints on the couple. Nails dug into Hanta's back, deep red marks already scratched into his sweaty skin. The green-haired girl couldn't help but cry out as he continued to pound into her relentlessly.

"Fuck, you like that? You like the way my cock stretches you out, baby girl? Fuck! Tell me how good you feel, " Hanta growled, smacking her thigh as he absolutely wrecked her sloppy cunt. The broken suction noises were bringing him closer to his end but he also couldn't help but chuckle when he caught his breath. At one point, he made a joke about it sounding like a ketchup bottle with only a little bit of ketchup in it. Korei's face had turned red and she tried to cover it from embarrassment. That's when Hanta pulled out every stop, making sure his girl was comfortable and full. God, she felt so full.

"You make me feel so good, Hanta!" Korei whined out, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He grunted out a response, practically shouting and asking her if she was going to cum again. With a furious nod and an unrestrained moan, she got the message across.

"You gonna squirt on my cock, cutie? Gonna fucking cream all over my dick? Fuck, baby girl, " his moans were animalistic and going up in pitch, rivaling Korei's own whines. One of her hands released its grip on the pillow beneath her head, dropping down to where their bodies connected. She roughly massaged her clit, Hanta's name falling from her lips in high-pitched squeaks. A breathless laugh left Hanta's mouth when he felt her cunt squeeze down around his cock. "Th-that's it, baby. Let it out." His thrusts slowed down, not losing their intensity but giving Korei more time to feel empty.

"Hnn, oh my g-OD!" Her back arched off of the bed, her hand smacking her clit as she reached her end. As her release squirted out onto Hanta's lower abdomen, Korei's legs went numb. Her walls fluttered down around Hanta's dick as she rode out her high. Her fiance grinned, massaging the outside of her dimpled thighs, his own nails scratching marks into them as he neared his end. What messed Korei up was the fact that he just kept fucking her. Her insides recoiled into another knot, the praise from her future husband prolonging the orgasm. "Hanta! Fuckfuckfuck!"

"That's my name, baby. Keep screaming for me, " he grunted, digging his nails into her squishy skin. His thrusts got rougher, the tip of his cock smashing into her already bruised cervix repeatedly. Korei couldn't think straight, her hands flying up to his hair. She yanked and tugged on it, causing the male to groan and quicken his pace. "You feel so fucking good, Korei. Squeezing me so tight. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, baby. You want that? You want me to cum inside your slutty little cunt, princess?"

"Hnn, fuck yeah, daddy. Fill me up!" She whined, pulling him down so she could smash her lips against his. Gliding his hands along her sides, feeling every fold, Hanta wrapped his arms underneath her sides, grasping firmly onto her shoulders. Using her shoulders as leverage, he yanked her down onto his cock, burying it deep inside of her. Korei gasped against his mouth, her cervix aching from stimulation as the tape hero shot her full of his seed. Her belly felt warm, Hanta's head suddenly tucked into the crook of her neck as he stilled inside of her. Arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly against her body. "I-i love you, baby."

"I love you too, " he panted out, nuzzling his nose over her sweaty skin. He kissed the marks from the previous night, his hips rocking back and forth slowly to calm them down. "Can you feel your legs still?"

Korei snorted, nodding her head. "Somewhat. I mean, you scratched my thighs up pretty good, " she hummed, inhaling his scent. Her stomach twisted and Hanta could feel her body's reaction. He chuckled and apologized for the scratches. "I'm not upset with it, babe. It felt great."