"You were perfect, Hina."
The adrenaline from the concert had not yet faded, the dressing room bathed in the afterglow of the stage lights as Daiki approached, his hand resting firmly on Hina's shoulder while she stared into the mirror, her chest heaving with exhaustion.
"Just for you..."
The professional mask slipped instantly as Daiki pulled her into a desperate embrace, his lips crashing against hers, tasting the sweat on her skin while her hands gripped his shoulders tightly.
"Take it off..."
Ignoring the pile of discarded costumes nearby, Daiki's fingers worked feverishly on her idol outfit, lifting the skirt to expose her legs as his other hand squeezed her breast firmly.
"Daiki! Please!"
Pinned against the cool tiles of the vanity, Hina gasped as Daiki's mouth trailed down her neck, his unbuttoned shirt pressing against her bare skin while she clawed at his back.
"Ahh! Faster!"
Clothes lay in a tangled mess on the floor as Daiki took her from behind, their bodies slapping together rhythmically, Hina arching her back as the manager thrust into her depths with urgent need.
"Cum inside me!"
The intensity peaked as Hina threw her head back, her face twisted in pleasure, moaning loudly as she felt the hot release fill her body, leaving them breathless and entangled on the cold floor.