When he was told to imagine Maka walking in on them, it hit a nerve, a sexual frustration that he couldn't do this with his wife since she was away. But if Hitomi wasn't here to ease his tension, Yosuke didn't know what he'd do. The force of his thrusts never gave in, it kept up the pace, loud wet echoes filled the room. Yosuke thrusted in different angles with each thrust, pounding against different spots inside of Hitomi.
"FUCK!" Yosuke roared in pleasure.