Haruto thrust forward again, this time angling perfectly to strike her sweet spot with more force.
A guttural groan escaped his lips as he felt her tighten around him.
The heat of her body was intoxicating, pulling him deeper into a state of primal need.
He couldn't help but lose himself in the sensation of her walls convulsing, gripping him like a vice.
While Asuka's body shivered, her breath catching as she moaned with a high pitch, wanting her husband to see them and get destroyed because of the scene in front of him.
The forbidden thrill of their position heightened her senses, and her body reacted instinctively, tightening around him.
"HHNNGGG!!! MORE, HARUTO!!!" she cried out, her voice muffled against her hand as her husband remained eerily still, not even flinching.
Haruto's lips curled into a sly grin, his chest rising and falling with his labored breaths. "You filthy little slut."