“Does anyone know where Sato is, he’s going to miss breakfast.”
Fumiko looked up from his breakfast and glanced outside, toward the beach. Through the shuttered window, Sato saw a thin ray of light shine through, striking Kenshi in the back. Big cock Sato withdrew and then thrust forward again, then withdrew once more and repeated the process again and again, hearing little muted squeals coming from Kenshi each time he was fully inside her. Sato still thought himself unworthy of such a beauty, a woman of class and proper bearing during the day, and a wild woman at night. She used to be embarrassed by his desire to put his mouth…there…but no longer. That was one reason why the two of them were trying to create akachan, “the Light”, a baby. It was the most incredible feeling he’d ever experienced.
