Fuuka getting folded in half by Shinjiro

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Any guilt that Shinjiro might have felt lifting Fuuka up into the air to fuck her, mostly worries for whatever pain that she might feel in the process, would have melted away when he heard that first sweet moan leave her lips—his cock hadn't even slipped inside her yet, but it wasn't far behind, the bulbous head pressed against her entrance, needing just a little push to slip inside. She was already wet enough to perhaps capture him by accident, but he held firm, making sure that he didn't accidentally slip into her. With his arms running underneath the bends in her knees, he slipped his hands against the back of her head, and once he had ensured that he was lined up properly, he slammed himself inside.

The sweet, gentle moans of pleasure that Fuuka had been giving before he had pushed inside soon grew louder, more desperate. Though she tried to hold herself together at first, it didn't take long for her mouth to fall open, her tongue rolling out of it. Each hard, deep thrust had his baseball bat of a cock knocking up against the entrance to her cervix. He would never actually try to push inside given how painful that would no doubt be for her, but the sheer force behind his thrusts made it seem as if he was teasing it. A little grind against the very depths of her snatch at the end of each thrust, not long after his balls had swung up and slapped against her clit.

Fuuka was too far gone to register much more than just the pleasure. Not long after he had pushed inside, her orgasm had risen up, almost toppling her over into climax, but when his pace became as rough as it was, that push turned into a hold, keeping her submurged in pleasure. Her cunt spasmed around his shaft, hungry to milk it for all the cum that he had, but Shinjiro had more stamina than Fuuka had been expecting.

When he did finally cum, more than a half-dozen of Fuuka's orgasms (or perhaps one long orgasm) later, his balls pumped enough seed into her to almost fill her womb completely. With an exhausted sigh and an idle smile, she laid her head back against his shoulder, his hands moving from their position behind her head as she did. Exhaustion had already captured her, but Shinjiro felt as if he had another round in him...