"Don't give me that pout. I know you liked it," Haruto teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
Mari huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, though the redness of her cheeks betrayed her. "It felt bitter," she muttered, avoiding his gaze.
"Just… continue what you want to do," she added.
Haruto chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss her breast while his hand massaged the other, his thumb teasing her nipple with firm pinches.
Mari whimpered, her body trembling beneath his touch as her pussy throbbed with need, aching for attention.
"Mmmmhhnnn… Haruto, don't just focus on that," she managed to say, her words broken by soft moans.
But Haruto was relentless, his mouth moving from one peak to the other, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, leaving faint red marks.
Mari's hands found their way into his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark strands as she gasped his name repeatedly.