The moment she felt him slide inside her, Haruko let out a sudden yelp, the position they're forced in making him hit her deepest spot more suddenly than it usually does. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding tightly onto him, while her legs frantically clawed around his torso, toes curling as that familiar feeling that had never felt so immediate.
It didn't take much to realise her mistake; each time Yusuke pushed and hoisted her against the wall, a fit of pleasure jolted through her body, making her muscles stiff and release violently each time he thrusted himself inside her. Verticality and gravity only made it worse, and each time Haruko slipped down onto him, her head spinned for the intensity of that feeling. Soon, she had thrown her head back, mouth open as she gasped for fresh air while moans escaped it like hiccups, growing quicken and louder, soon to turn into something more similar to a scream of pleasure. She thanked heavens when Yusuke hurried to kiss her, silencing her growing volume, and thanked the thick skirt she was wearing too, which somehow acted like a buffer every time her body was shoved against the wall.
"Ah-- Yusuke...!" Her voice is unusually acute as she calls for him, almost a squeak as she tries her best to keep it low. She felt herself dripping from the warmth of his skin against her folds, making each of his trust smoother, slippier, faster, and her walls throbbing with increased urge around him, matching the racing of her heart. "Yusuke-- Ah!"
Another fit of pleasure invested her, followed by another, more intense one. Haruko could feel her legs starting to quiver; her nails instantly dug in Yusuke's back, trying to hold on to the last bits of reason she possessed.
"Yusuke... Please..." She begged him with low pants against his lips. "It's... It's too much, I can't...!"