"You did amazing..."
The roar of the crowd fades, replaced by the heavy silence of the backstage. Hina turns, breathless, her heart racing not just from the performance.
"You did amazing..."
The roar of the crowd fades, replaced by the heavy silence of the backstage. Hina turns, breathless, her heart racing not just from the performance.
"Shh... just for you."
Daiki silences her with a hungry kiss, his glasses slightly fogged by the heat of the moment. The professional manager vanishes, replaced by a man consumed by lust.
"Ah! Stop... people might see!"
The fabric of her costume gives way under his eager fingers, exposing her chest to the cool air. Her protests turn into moans of pleasure.
"Oh god... right there!"
Hina is pushed onto a makeup table, her legs spread wide. Daiki dives between her thighs, his tongue exploring her most private secrets.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes!"
Daiki stands, lifting Hina onto the table and entering her hard and fast. The stage lights outside cast long shadows over their sweaty bodies.
"Good girl..."
The intensity peaks and releases, leaving them tangled in sheets amidst the mess of their clothes. The adrenaline of the stage is forgotten.