The room was drenched in shadows, the only light a pale silver beam cutting through the curtains—moonlight spilling across the floor, across the bed, across their bare skin. Haruto sat frozen, naked, his hand clutched desperately over his cock, trying to shield himself from Kana’s hungry gaze.
But Kana only smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust. She leaned closer, her voice a low, whispery tease that sent shivers down his spine.
"Still hiding from , Haruto?"
Before he could answer, her slender fingers wrapped gently around his wrist. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled his trembling hand away from his cock. The swollen length twitched in the cold air, a bead of precum glistening at the tip, catching the moonlight like liquid silver.
Kana’s lips curved into a devilish smile. Without hesitation, she brought his fingers—slick with his precum—to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around them, her tongue sliding along each digit, savoring the salty-sweet taste.
"Mmm..." she humd softly, licking the last drop from his fingertip before letting his hand go with a wet pop. Her eyes locked on his, heavy with heat.
"Taste of precum... is it? Let taste it from the source."
Haruto’s breath caught. His cock twitched violently in the moonlight, veins pulsing, begging for her mouth.
Kana, however, wasn’t finished teasing. Slowly, she stood in front of him, her hands gliding down the sides of her skirt. With one graceful motion, she let it fall to the floor. No panties. The sight made Haruto’s chest tighten—her pussy glistened faintly, the light of the moon glittering against her wet folds. Each step she took made her thighs glisten more, her scent filling the room, raw and intoxicating.
But she wasn’t done. Her hands reached up to her chest, fingers hooking beneath the straps of her bra. It was a delicate violet piece, patterned with tiny embroidered flowers, the kind that seed too elegant to belong in this raw mont of lust. Slowly, teasingly, she slipped it down her arms.
The bra dropped to the floor.
Her breasts spilled free—round, soft, and full, the moonlight caressing every curve. Her nipples stood stiff, flushed with heat, begging to be licked, sucked, devoured. Haruto’s throat went dry, his body surging with the urge to take her, to bury his face between them, to worship every inch of her.
Kana stepped closer, the warmth of her body radiating against his. She arched her back slightly, letting her breasts press closer to his face, making sure he saw the way they bounced, the way they begged.
"Do you like them, Haruto?" she whispered, her voice thick with heat.
His eyes traveled down, past her perfect breasts, to the wet shine of her pussy between her thighs—slick, dripping, glowing under the silver light. It was a sight so erotic it made his cock ache.
And in that mont, one thought consud him.
I want to lick her... everywhere.
Kana closed the final gap between them, her bare skin brushing Haruto’s thighs as she sank down onto her knees. The air itself seed to thicken, the room charged with sothing almost forbidden as her trembling hands reached forward.
Her fingers, soft and slender, wrapped around Haruto’s cock—both hands barely enough to hold his thickness. It twitched violently in her grip, pulsing against her palms, veins pressing against her skin. She let out a shaky laugh, her cheeks flushed with heat.
"This... this is my first ti daring to touch one this close," she admitted, her voice husky, the embarrassnt only fueling the desire in her eyes. "And it’s so... hard."
Haruto groaned softly at her touch, his cock stiffening even more under her grip, aching with need.
Kana leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against the shaft—just a kiss at first, then another, then a slow trail of tender kisses all the way down to the base and back up again. Each press of her mouth left wet marks along the throbbing length. She nuzzled her nose against the skin, inhaling deeply.
"Mm... cock sll is so good," she whispered with a hungry grin. "I love it."
At the tip, precum had already gathered in a glistening bead. Kana lifted her finger and gently sared it, watching it stretch like liquid silk. She brought it to her lips and sucked her finger clean, humming as if savoring sothing sweet.
"Mmm... salty, but... addictive."
Her hands moved again, slicking his shaft with a coating of saliva. She rubbed him slowly at first, letting her thumb circle his swollen head, spreading the slickness. The sound of wet strokes filled the quiet, broken only by Haruto’s sharp breaths.
Then, without warning, she leaned forward and parted her lips around his cock.
Her warm, wet mouth slid down the head, enveloping him. Haruto’s hips bucked slightly, a deep groan escaping his throat.
Kana bobbed her head slowly, experinting, her tongue swirling clumsily around the tip. She gagged softly when she tried to take him deeper, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she looked up at him with wide, watery eyes that made his chest tighten.
"Ahh... Kana..." Haruto gasped, lying back on the bed now, letting the pleasure consu him.
Her inexperience showed—sotis she dragged her teeth against his sensitive skin, sending a sharp jolt of pain through him. But it didn’t matter. Each scrape was followed by a desperate suck, an eager lick, a sloppy moan that vibrated around his cock. Her clumsy hunger only made the mont more intoxicating.
The room was filled with the wet, lewd sounds of her mouth working his shaft. Drool dripped down her chin, saliva and precum mixing, making her strokes slicker, louder, ssier.
Minutes passed, each second dragging him closer to the edge. His thighs tensed, his breaths grew ragged.
"Kana... I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum..." he warned, voice breaking.
She pulled back just enough to whisper, her lips brushing the head of his cock.
"Cum... in my mouth. I want it."
Her tongue flicked the slit as she spoke, and that was all it took.
With a deep groan, Haruto spilled. Hot, thick ropes of cum burst into her mouth, coating her tongue, flooding her throat. Kana gagged once but swallowed, determined not to waste a drop.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she drank every pulse of his release, her throat working eagerly. Finally, she pulled back, her lips shining, her tongue darting out to lick the last traces from the corner of her mouth.
"Mmm..." she whispered breathlessly, her cheeks glowing with heat. "It tastes... incredibly good."
She leaned closer, her hand trailing down her own stomach until it hovered over her dripping pussy. Her eyes glead with mischief and desire as she whispered,
"Now... it’s my turn to get pleasure."
Kana trailed soft kisses up Haruto’s stomach, her lips brushing over the ridges of his abs, tasting the salt of his skin. She moved slowly, deliberately, until she finally reached his lips. Their mouths t in a deep kiss—wet, lingering, tongues tangling together. Her breasts pressed into his chest as she lay full against him, her nipples rubbing against his skin with every subtle movent.
For minutes they stayed like that, kissing hungrily, Kana moaning softly into his mouth, as if the taste of his lips was almost as intoxicating as his cock.
But then her eyes flickered with sothing bold. She pulled away, panting lightly, and without hesitation she shifted her body upward.
"Haruto..." she whispered, her voice trembling with both nervousness and desire. "Taste ..."
Before he could answer, she swung her leg over him, straddling his face. The dim moonlight caught the glisten of her wet pussy as she lowered herself slowly onto his mouth.
The mont his lips and tongue made contact, Kana cried out, her hands bracing against the wall.
"Aahhh—Haru...to...! Nnnngh—yes... lick there!"
Her pussy was already dripping, the sticky sweetness spreading across his mouth. Haruto’s tongue darted eagerly, sliding through her folds, circling her swollen clit. He licked her hard, sucking at her sensitive bud, drawing louder and louder moans from her throat.
The air was filled with lewd noises—his wet lapping, her broken cries, the smacking of his lips against her cunt. Drool dribbled from the corner of Kana’s mouth as she lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure, grinding her hips down against his face.
Her pussy slled intoxicating—sweet, musky, rich with the scent of her arousal. And the taste... warm, sticky, delicious. Haruto devoured her greedily, his tongue plunging into her hole, his nose pressing against her clit.
"Aahhh... n-no, I can’t—! Haruto... I’m... I’m gonna cum...!"
Her whole body trembled as the orgasm surged through her. She threw her head back, moaning loud enough to echo in the quiet night. But as she climaxed, her body betrayed her.
A sudden rush of warmth spilled out—her hot piss spraying uncontrollably across Haruto’s chest, stomach, even dripping down to his thighs.
"Ahh—n-no! H-Haruto!" Kana gasped, horrified, tears springing to her eyes. She quickly climbed off him, her body shaking.
Haruto’s skin glistened under the moonlight, wet from her release—both her orgasm and her accident. Kana grabbed tissues in a panic, wiping at his chest and whispering frantically.
"I-I’m so sorry... I didn’t an to... I didn’t know it would happen..." Her face burned with sha, her voice trembling with guilt.
But Haruto only gave her a steady look, his breathing heavy but calm.
Kana froze for a mont, then swallowed hard. Her sha twisted into sothing darker, a kink she couldn’t deny. She looked down at him with a strange, almost desperate expression, and whispered:
"Then... get even with . Haruto... piss on too."
Her words ca out shaky, but her eyes glead with raw hunger. She laid back, spreading her legs, her breasts rising and falling with quick breaths.
"Please... do it... on my boobs... on my pussy. I want to feel it."
Haruto hesitated, but the pleading in her voice and the desperate arch of her body broke him. With a groan, he let go.
A hot stream splashed over Kana’s bare breasts, coating them in glistening streaks. She gasped, her hands moving up to squeeze her tits together, letting his piss drip between them. The warm liquid slid down her stomach, pooling against her pussy, trickling between her folds.
"Mmmhh—yesss... Haruto..." Kana moaned, shuddering as the shaful act only made her wetter.
When the stream stopped, Haruto grabbed tissues and gently wiped her down, cleaning her body with surprising tenderness. Kana trembled under his touch, her pussy still throbbing from both embarrassnt and arousal.
Once she was clean, she reached over to her bag. Her fingers dipped inside and returned with a small bundle. She tossed it onto the futon with a wicked smile.
Out spilled a box of condoms, a bottle of lubricant, and a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Now..." she whispered, her voice sultry and playful, "the real fun begins. Let’s use these properly."
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