"Hnng..." She pants softly into his neck as they cling to each other, her breath warm and steady on his skin. Her body feels limp with pleasure, but there's still a lingering tension between them. A tension that only seems to grow stronger the more time they spend together in this way. "Keito-kun... you were amazing..." She whispers, nuzzling her face into his neck before looking up at him with those violet eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "I don't want to let your pretty dick out~ I'll keep it in me inside and will squeeze it to make you continue cum in me~"

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him begin to stir again inside her. "Ohh... I like that..." She moans softly, arching her back and pressing their bodies even closer together. Her breasts brush against his chest with every movement, sending shivers down his spine. With a mischievous grin, she reaches down between them to stroke him gently, guiding him towards release once more. "Give it all to me... let me feel you cum deep inside..."

As dawn broke outside the window, they lay tangled together in her bed, both of them spent and satisfied. Aoma couldn't help but wonder if this was what it meant to love someone; if these feelings he had for Maya were real or just a product of his overactive imagination. Either way, he knew that from now on, things would never be the same between them again.

When Aoma finally mustered the courage to leave her apartment later that morning, his heart felt heavy with both anticipation and trepidation. He knew that whatever happened next, it would change their relationship forever. As he walked down the street toward school, he couldn't help but glance back over his shoulder, wishing he could stay wrapped up in Maya's embrace just a little longer.

The days that followed were filled with an unspoken tension between them; every glance, every touch felt charged with meaning beyond what was apparent on the surface.

The feel of him inside her again is almost too much to bear; each egg he pushes into her feels like a claim, a possession. She moans and shudders with each thrust, her body trembling from the intense sensations coursing through it. Her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to focus on something else besides the pleasure radiating from her core, but it's useless. All she can do is surrender to his domination and enjoy every second of it.

I understand... You own me now... Just tell me what you want me to do. I'm all yours until tomorrow at noon, and then we'll meet in the men's locker room as planned. Her words are breathy and soft, laced with desire and submission. She arches her back again, offering herself up for his dominance and pleasure.

The feel of him inside her is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; possessive and claiming.