The darkness was absolute, thick, and endless, a velvet shroud that sealed the room away from any notion of time or the outside world. Nothing existed beyond the tangled sheets, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air, and the slick, obscene heat where Asahi's cock remained buried to the hilt in Ai's overflowing pussy. His shaft pulsed faintly with lingering aftershocks, enveloped in the hot, creamy mess of his countless releases and her relentless arousal. Thick, viscous strands of cum leaked steadily from their joined bodies, sliding down her swollen, puffy folds, coating his heavy balls, and pooling in dark, wet spots on the sheets beneath them.
Ai's entire body trembled uncontrollably, every muscle quivering from the dozens—perhaps hundreds—of orgasms he had torn from her over the course of this eternal night. Her inner walls fluttered weakly around him, yet she clenched deliberately, possessively, refusing to let him soften even a fraction.
