"You mustn't move!" echoes in their minds, but Hatsuho and Kouta are lost in their taboo dance. Hatsuho's tight, untouched slit slides along Kouta's rigid cock, her lubrication soaking his shaft. Kouta, his hands gripping Hatsuho's hips, drives into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that drowns out the world. They collapse, spent fluids mingling, their taboo lust sated, for now.