Good morning

He stayed buried in her, panting, his dick pulsing as the last of his load leaked out. Sylra lay still, wrecked, her boobs heaving with shallow breaths. Her pussy gaped, red and swollen, cum oozing out in thick globs.

He pulled out, climbing off the table. His cock glistened, softening slowly. She didn't move, just whimpered, curled slightly on her side. Her ass was bruised, her thighs slick with their mess.

Kaito wiped his dick on her torn tunic, smirking down at her. "Two rounds, and you're still mine," he said coldly. He grabbed her chin, forcing her dazed eyes to meet his. "Don't forget it."

He let go, stepping back. She stayed there, broken, dripping, silver hair tangled across her face. He turned away, satisfied, leaving her sprawled on the table, a ruined mess.

"It's time to rest. Come and lie beside me," he ordered Sylra.