(WARNING: NSFW)

Her limp, curved body hardened and straightened out as it became stirred. She gasped for breath with her mouth slightly open. His back, in her embrace, was wide. She stroked the minute muscles that started from his shoulder with her finger. Her hand strode down the cavity created down his spine, down to his waist. She pinched a bit of the skin whenever she felt a big thumping pain from her lower stomach.

She felt a pleasing sense of pressure between the bed and his body. He moved neither too fast nor too slow. Her body, which had scrunched up due to nervousness, started opening up. She pushed her arms between his armpits and hugged him. She felt at ease as though her body had been shaped in the first place to take this form.

Whenever he heaved a breath out and pushed against her, she had to hold back the moans that rose up from the depths of her body. It started off with pain, but as his eyes stroked her heart and his hand stroked her body, the sensation turned into something beyond simple pain and lewd.

His hands stroked her body without stopping. Sometimes, he conquered hills like a veteran hiker, and sometimes he became an expert rock climber and freely moved between the valleys. When his right...