"Yoshi... I can't take it anymore."
Sayo's voice trembled. But it wasn't from fear. It was the trembling of bliss—the anticipation of waves of pleasure about to overtake her entire body.
"Deep inside... I feel you, all of you! Yoshi!"
Every time her eyes welled up, a droplet slid from the tip of her breast. And with each thrust of his heat, A sweet surge of nectar overflowed from within her depths.
"I'm gonna break! I want to come with you!"
Skin rubbed against skin, Breasts and honey mingled. The final rhythm surged through them, swallowing them whole.
Thud, squish, plunge, slurp!
"Yoshi! Ah, now, now!"
At the same time, Her insides quivered,
and from deep within him, everything erupted.
"Aaahhh...! Nngh!"
A voice like tears. The overflowing drops of life filled them from within. Sayo's body convulsed as—Squirt, splurt, gush!
Sweet, hot droplets arced through the air and scattered in a spray. Their breaths overlapped,
And in the moment their eyes met—There were no words.
But that silence itself was proof that they had fully become one.
The moon had set, the faint light of dawn seeped into the bathhouse.
They were still in the water. Their heat had already merged, now they simply pressed close, cherishing the touch of skin against skin.
Yoshi's fingers softly grazed Sayo's breast. He gently traced a circle. Her nipple no longer sprayed violently.But with every touch—"Mmm... hnn...!" a small, sweet sigh escaped.It was as if his caress alone could melt her away—a delicate tremor of love.
"Your hands are warm, Yoshi..."
She murmured, sunlight reflecting off her floating breasts, dancing in soft, golden ripples across her skin. Yoshi lightly cupped the base of her breast with his fingers, giving it a tender squeeze.
Drip...
"Ah, it's still coming out."
But she smiled. Not out of embarrassment or shame. It was a smile that said, "This milk is only for you."
"Do whatever you want with my breasts. They belong only to you."
He pressed a kiss to her nipple. A faint sweetness lingered on his lips the taste of Sayo's love.
As she gently stroked his hair,
"Stay like this until morning. Keep touching me. I want to keep dreaming this warm dream."
Her fingers swayed softly and her breasts yielded tenderly. Their breaths mingled in slow harmony. There were no boundaries left between them. Only love remained. The water had cooled slightly, but Sayo's skin was still warm. Her breasts were still soft and nestled perfectly in his palm.
Yoshi's fingers traced the curve of her breast in silence.
"Nn... Ah... It's ticklish, but it feels good..."
She laughed softly, Occasionally, she let out little gasps.
"Ah, no... If you're this gentle..."
Her eyes glazed over. Her nipple stiffened once more. But it wasn't the same desperate need as before.It was just—a sweet, endless longing.
"I want to stay wrapped in your love forever. Your hands are so warm. It's like my breasts are breathing. Hold me tighter..."
When he rolled her nipple between his fingers,
"Nn... haa..."
A dreamlike sigh spilled from her lips. They stayed connected until morning. Speaking little, but never parting. They caressed and felt each other, loving and listening to each other's heartbeats.
"I thought a night like this would only happen once in a lifetime. But you held me. It still feels like a dream."
When he kissed her breast once more, She closed her eyes with a smile and whispered,
"Can we make this not a dream but reality?"
Gulp
A small sound escaped from Sayo's throat. Her chest still pulsed faintly. Yoshi's fingertips stroked her nipple in time with its rhythm.
"Nn... ah..."
Her reaction hadn't changed. No matter how many times he touched her. No matter how many times he loved her. Her breasts were soft and warm, like "living love" itself.
Sayo's fingers, too, traced Yoshi's chest. They slowly slid down to his abdomen.
"Yours is still hot, too..."
The cock that had been masked by the water's warmth twitched under her touch.
"Fufu... cute..."
Her giggle was bashful, but her voice carried a faint heat of its own. Yoshi's hands moved from the swell of her breasts to her nipples, then back to the base, cupping, stroking, and memorizing her with his palms.
Sayo's hands traced the shape of his cock, his contours, as if she were relearning him through tender caresses.
Their breaths synchronized. Their hands overlapped, skin against skin. Without words, their fingertips spoke instead.
"I love you."
"I want to touch you more."
"I don't want morning to come."
Plip... drip... swirl...
The sound of breasts, honey, and love mingling in the water. It was no longer just a pleasure. It was a "prayer," a wish for eternity in each other's arms.
"Like this...until morning...forever...With our hands and our hearts touching each other..."
They didn't speak.They simply kept touching endlessly. The water's surface began to reflect the morning sky. Dawn arrived gradually. The deep indigo of night faded into pale blue, then gold.
Just as their touches softened from intensity to a gentle glow. Each time Yoshi's hand brushed Sayo's breast, it rose and fell softly, like breathing.
"...So warm... your hands..."
Sayo murmured. Her voice dissolved into the water like a faint ripple. Her hands glided over his chest, stomach, and hips—slowly and tenderly.
They gazed at each other. Their eyelids were heavy with drowsiness. But they didn't sleep. This night was too precious to waste on sleep. When his fingers pressed lightly against her nipple,
"Nn...!" a sweet gasp escaped. In response, his heart twitched.
But they sought nothing more. Simply existing together brought them joy.
"When morning comes, will this feel like a dream?"
Sayo whispered.
Yoshi didn't answer. Instead, he brought his lips to her nipple and took a soft sip.
Chu...
That alone made her fingers tremble.
"It's not a dream. I can still feel you."
As the sun rose,
Light spilled over their skin.
Their hands were still joined beneath the water.
His fingers cradled her breast.
Their bodies were pressed together tenderly.
And just like that— Nothing ended.
Only the gentle morning embraced them.