The village store was quiet that morning—early enough that the streets were still empty, the sun only just burning away the mist on the hills.
Takumi walked in carrying a basket, trailing behind Misaki, who wore a tight skirt and white blouse today. Her curves swayed dangerously with every step, and she wasn't wearing a bra.
He was already semi-hard.
"Eggs, miso, tofu," he muttered, pretending to focus while Misaki inspected the cucumbers with a grin that made his spine tingle.
She leaned in and whispered, "You're walking funny, baby. Is your cock still sore from last night?"
His cheeks flushed. "Misaki—this is public."
"That's what makes it hot."
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The Whisper and the Grab
After checking out with a sleepy clerk, she tugged him gently toward the back hallway near the storage room.
"Misaki—wait, what are you—"
She opened the narrow door to the small, dusty bathroom, stepped in, and yanked him inside.
Click.
The door locked.
She turned, eyes dark with need.
"I need your cock right now."
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The Bathroom Setup – Down to Her Knees
The space was cramped, barely enough room for the two of them. A mop bucket sat in the corner, cracked mirror above the sink. The faint smell of detergent lingered.
Misaki didn't care.
She dropped to her knees on the tiled floor, pulled his pants down, and his cock slapped her cheek, already twitching with need.
"You're always this hard in public?" she giggled. "Or is it just because you know I'm a cum-hungry slut?"
"Fuck…" he groaned, leaning against the sink.
She licked his shaft slowly, from base to tip, then popped the head in her mouth.
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Sloppy Sucking – The Slurping Begins
"Mmph… mmm~…"
Her tongue swirled around the crown before she deepthroated him in one motion.
Glrrkk—glck—gllrk—!
The tight suction, the wet heat of her throat—it made his knees weak.
She bobbed her head, fucking her own face on his cock, strands of saliva drooling onto her tits, soaking into her blouse.
Slurp. Slop. Squelch.
"You really do this in a store bathroom?" he groaned.
She pulled off with a pop and smiled up at him, drool clinging to her chin.
"I'd suck you in the middle of the vegetable aisle if I could."
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Fantasy Dirty Talk – Blowbang Whispers
She started stroking him while talking dirty between licks.
"You know what I dream about?"
He panted, barely able to respond. "W-What…?"
"Being on my knees in front of all your friends… lined up… each of them fucking my throat… watching me gag on different cocks while you watch."
"Shit, Misaki—"
"I'd look at you while I swallowed theirs, and beg you to be the last. Because your cum tastes the best."
He groaned, grabbing her hair.
"You want me to fuck your throat?"
She opened wide, sticking her tongue out.
"Please."
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Throatfuck and Cum Down Her Throat
He gripped her hair tight and thrust into her mouth, slow at first, then faster, each motion deeper than the last.
Her throat flexed, choking slightly—but she kept moaning, loving every second.
"Glrk—glrk—gllrk!"
She rubbed her clit through her skirt as he used her mouth, spit flying everywhere, her eyes watering.
"Fuck, I'm close—gonna—gonna blow—!"
She grabbed his thighs and pulled him in deep.
He exploded.
Hot cum shot down her throat, thick and heavy. She didn't pull back. She swallowed every drop, her throat working like a greedy beast.
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Cleanup – Like Nothing Happened
She pulled off, cum clinging to her lips, then licked it away while giggling.
"Breakfast served."
"You're seriously unhinged," Takumi gasped.
She fixed her skirt, wiped her face, and kissed him once more—soft, warm, tasting of cum.
"You love it."
She opened the door, peeked around the corner, then walked out like nothing happened.
He followed a few minutes later, face flushed.
The clerk never looked up from his newspaper.