Haruki stepped closer, casually tossing aside the towel.
He stood right in front of her, his penis proudly standing, just inches from her lips.
Kyouko’s breath caught slightly, her eyes flicking upward. Not just at what was in front of her, but at the man himself.
"Tell what?" Haruki asked with a faint grin, acting as if he didn’t know.
"The outstation!" she snapped, flustered.
Haruki tilted his head slightly.
"Huh? I did tell you."
"When?!" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and impatience.
Kyouko blinked, stunned.
"Mm-hmm." He leaned in a little, his voice low and amused.
"But you were too busy moaning to hear me."
Her cheeks warmed again—not from shame, but from the undeniable truth in his words.
She looked away briefly, then back at him, her lips parting as if to speak—but her words tangled on her tongue.
"Then why are you pointing that big boy at my face?" she asked softly, a flicker of challenge there.
Haruki remained silent.
He simply stepped closer, letting his penis gently brush against her lips.
Kyouko’s breath hitched.
She looked up slowly, her expression a mix of surprise, curiosity... and something else.
"What do you want me to do?" she whispered, almost afraid to hope.
Haruki’s smile was gentle—warm, teasing.
Not pushing. Just waiting.
"Hmm... you’ll figure it out."
Kyouko stared at it again, her face just inches from him.
"I’ve... never done this before," she admitted softly.
Haruki’s smile softened, reassuring.
She glanced at her own lips in the mirror behind him—small, delicate—and then back at him.
Her lips parted slightly, hesitant.
She leaned in, unsure...
Kyouko leaned in slowly, her lips parting as she brought her face closer.
When she tried to take him in, her lips barely fit around just the tip—
His penis was simply too thick for her small mouth.
Her eyes flicked up toward him, uncertain.
Haruki let out a low, quiet breath. He placed a gentle hand on her head.
"Just use your tongue, Kyouko..."
His voice was low, warm, and calm.
She blinked once, then slowly nodded, her cheeks flushed.
Her tongue shyly flicked over the tip—warm, wet, and unsure at first—
Then again, more deliberately.
Haruki’s body responded instantly, his breath hitching softly as he watched her explore his penis with innocent curiosity.
She’d never done this before... and now she was doing it for him.
And that thought alone drove him wild.
As her lips and tongue continued exploring him, Kyouko paused for a moment, glancing up at Haruki with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes.
Her fingers moved to her chest, and without a word, she began to slowly slip the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
The fabric slid down her skin like water, soft and quiet, until it pooled at her waist
Now half naked before him, she let him see her.
Her hands rested gently on his thighs for balance as she leaned forward again, her head moving slowly, taking just the tip of his penis between her lips.
She couldn’t take more—his penis was too thick for her—but that didn’t stop her from trying.
With each soft bob of her head, she grew bolder.
Her tongue moved with more rhythm, more care—tracing, swirling, savoring him.
Haruki’s breath was uneven now, his hand gently resting in her hair, his eyes never leaving the sight in front of him.
The quiet power of pleasing him, not just with her body—but with her heart wide open.
Haruki’s breathing grew heavier—his body tense, his gaze locked on her.
He couldn’t hold it any longer.
With a sharp breath, he gently pulled himself free from her lips and immediately leaned down—capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
Kyouko gasped softly into it, her heart skipping a beat at the sudden shift. But she didn’t resist.
His hands moved over her with urgency—removing the rest of her clothes completely, as if needing nothing between them anymore.
His palm cupped her breast, fondling gently, his thumb brushing over her sensitive peak. The sensation made Kyouko shiver, her breath hitching again.
Then, slowly, Haruki’s hand glided down her body.
And with quiet patience, he gently spread her thighs apart, revealing her smooth,hairless pussy.
And Kyouko, trembling slightly beneath him, looked up into his eyes—
And opened herself completely.
The moment Haruki’s thick penis pressed against her entrance, Kyouko’s breath hitched.
As he pushed slowly forward, Kyouko felt it..
That same shocking pressure.
The way her pussy had to open, yield, shape itself around him.
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It was all part of him.
Part of what made being with Haruki so addictive.
Their lips stayed locked—deep, messy, desperate—as his penis pushed deeper, inch by inch.
Her moan was swallowed in his mouth, her arms wrapped tight around him, and her legs curled upward, encouraging him without needing to speak.
He was filling her again.
And she could feel every inch of it.
Every thick, heated pulse of him rubbing against her inner walls,
stretching, claiming, making her his all over again.
The friction... the depth... the weight of him inside her...
And Kyouko’s pussy—tight, wet, overwhelmed—craved all of it.
a breathless, high-pitched sound that escaped into Haruki’s mouth as he began to move.
Slow thrusts. Deep. Heavy. Deliberate.
Her body reacted instantly.
A moan slipped out, louder than she expected.
Her core tightened around him, clenched with every pull and push, every grind that brushed the deepest parts of her.
But it wasn’t just the stretch.
Not just the pressure.
That was the only word her mind could hold onto.
But even that wasn’t enough.
Why does my body shake every time he moves?
Why am I going crazy from the way he fills me?
She didn’t understand it.
But she didn’t want it to stop.
The friction inside her, the heat, the perfect slide of him pulling out just enough before sinking back in.
It was driving her mad.
Her hips moved on their own now, desperate, chasing the sensation, the taste of him inside her.
She moaned again—louder, unrestrained.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her lips trembling as she kissed him again—wet, needy, unable to stop.
No longer quiet. No longer controlled.
Just one thought repeating over and over..
"I need him. I need more. I need this."