Kyoka Jiro

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows across the bedroom, highlighting the messy tangle of sheets and the flushed skin of your bodies. Jiro hovered above you, her short purple hair sticking to her forehead with sweat, those signature earphone jacks swaying lightly with every shift of her weight. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, intense and hungry, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she adjusted the strap harness around her hips.

"You've been teasing me all night," she murmured, voice low and rough, one hand gripping your thigh to spread you open wider for her. "Now it's my turn."

She leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep, needy kiss as the thick head of the strap pressed against your slick entrance. You gasped into her mouth when she pushed in—slow at first, savoring the way your body yielded to her, stretching around the girth. Jiro groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your lips, raw and unfiltered.

"Fuck... so tight for me," she grunted, hips rolling forward in one smooth thrust until she bottomed out. Her free hand braced beside your head, fingers curling into the pillow as she started to move. Passionate, deliberate strokes—pulling back just enough to make you whimper before driving back in, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Jiro's breaths came heavier with each thrust, turning into low, guttural grunts that sent heat pooling in your core. "Nngh—yeah, just like that... take it," she growled, her pace building as she fucked you deeper, harder, her body pressing flush against yours. The harness rubbed perfectly against her with every roll of her hips, making her voice crack into another pleasured grunt.

Her earphone jacks trailed over your chest, one playfully flicking across your nipple while the other coiled lightly around your wrist, holding you in place as she rocked into you. "Tell me how good it feels, baby," she panted against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before she sucked a mark there.

"Shit— you feel incredible," she groaned, forehead pressed to yours, sweat-slick skin sliding together. Her free hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, slick circles in time with her strokes. "Look at you... falling apart on my cock. So pretty when you’re taking every inch."

Your back arched, legs wrapping tighter around her waist, pulling her impossibly deeper. Jiro’s rhythm faltered for a second as pleasure spiked through her too, a choked grunt escaping her throat. She kissed you again—messy, open-mouthed, tongues tangling—while she fucked you harder, chasing the sounds she loved pulling from your lips.

"I’m not stopping until you’re shaking for me," she whispered hotly, voice husky and strained. Another deep thrust, another grunt. "Come on, baby… let me hear you."