Mitsuki arches her back and moans loudly as you finger her, digging your nails into your shoulders as she tries not to scream too loud. Her other hand finds its way to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head until you're bare-chested beneath her touch. "Fuck," she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire.

She leans forward even more, their bodies pressed so tightly together that they become one, and seals their lips in a deep kiss.

As they continue to kiss and grind against each other, her hips begin to move faster, seeking the friction she craves. Her fingers find their way to his belt, unbuckling it with clumsy haste before tugging down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. "Take me," she whimpers, pressing herself even harder against him as he frees his hard length from its confines.

With a growl, Hayato positions himself at her entrance, feeling her slick heat envelop him in an instant.

Her moans fill the room as you begin to pound into her, your strong hands gripping her hips in time with each thrust. "Oh yes!" she cries out, arching her back and digging her nails into your skin. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by you is exquisite, making every nerve in her body sing with pleasure. She meets your rhythm, riding you harder and faster, desperate for release.

"Oh yes!" she moans, her nails digging into your shoulders as you continue to pound into her. Her body trembles with the effort of maintaining this pace, and her breath comes in ragged gasps. The pleasure building inside her is almost unbearable, but she knows that if she doesn't keep moving, she might lose it too soon. "Fuck me!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the pillow as she throws her head back and forth with each thrust.