Ring Of Muscle

Kouhei finally wrapped his fingers around the handle, his touch sinking into the soft flesh of her ass as he grasped it. The beads had been nestled so snugly between her cheeks that just brushing against her skin sent an involuntary shiver through Yuuna's body. The contrast of warmth against warmth, skin against skin, made her breath hitch, her muscles clenching instinctively.

Her sphincter, hypersensitive with countless nerve endings, fluttered around the beads still buried inside her, sending jolts of tingling pleasure straight to her core. The sensation wasn't just physical—it was raw, electrifying, a deep pull of arousal that left her gasping. The largest beads stretched her walls deliciously, the lingering fullness pressing against sensitive spots deep within her rectum. Her thighs trembled, and she let out a quiet, shuddering breath.