The room smelled like dust, incense, and secrets.
Ayaka stood in the doorway, eyes fixed on the neatly made bed.
Simple brown sheets. A photo of her late husband on the nightstand.
It had been untouched since his funeral.
But now…
She was naked.
And so was the man behind her — a 70-year-old neighbor with a cock she couldn't stop craving.
Kenzou stepped into the room behind her, breathing heavily.
"This where you slept with him?" he asked, voice rough, gaze locked on the bed.
She nodded, not looking at him.
"…I haven't touched it in months."
He came closer, hands resting on her soft hips.
"And now you want to get fucked in it?"
Ayaka bit her lip. Her body trembled.
"I… I don't know if I can…"
Kenzou leaned in and whispered:
"You're already wet."
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She gasped as his fingers slid down between her thighs.
Her pussy was soaked.
He teased her slowly, rubbing along the lips, spreading her slick.
"Does it feel wrong?" he asked.
"Getting this turned on in your dead husband's bed?"
"Yes…"
She whimpered, closing her eyes.
"But I still want it…"
"Say it."
"I want your cock… in his bed…"
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He spun her around, lifted her easily, and laid her down right on the sheets.
Her breath hitched as her back touched the mattress.
She looked around — like the ghost of her husband was still watching.
The photo. The altar. The same pillow.
But then Kenzou crawled on top of her, thick cock resting heavy on her belly.
All those thoughts evaporated.
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"You're gonna moan for me, Ayaka. In the bed where you used to whisper his name."
"I-I shouldn't—"
"Too late."
He lined up. The head of his cock rubbed against her soaked slit.
Her folds spread, twitching.
And he pushed in.
Sloooow. Thick. Deep.
Ayaka gasped. "AaaAHHHH—!"
Her back arched. Her nipples brushed the sheets. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.
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He fucked her slow.
Deliberate. Heavy. Deep strokes that filled her completely.
Ayaka gripped the sheets, moaning uncontrollably.
"This cock feels even better in his bed, doesn't it?" he growled.
She shook her head. "Don't say that…"
But her pussy was clenching tight, soaking his shaft.
"You feel it. You love it. Your body's betraying you."
"Yes… yes, I love it!"
He leaned down and bit her shoulder lightly.
"You're getting bred on his pillow."
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Something snapped in her.
She pulled him closer, wrapped her legs tight around his waist, and whispered:
"Cum inside me again. I want you to do it here."
He thrust harder now. Rougher.
Her tits bounced. Her pussy squelched wetly with every slap of his balls.
Ayaka screamed.
"I'm cumming! On his bed—I'm cumming—!"
And then she felt it—
Kenzou slammed in deep and exploded, shooting thick, hot cum straight into her womb.
"Take it—fucking take all of it!"
Rope after rope. Filling her.
She sobbed as her body convulsed around him.
"Y-you're gonna make me pregnant for real…"
"Good."
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When he finally pulled out, his seed gushed out of her pussy, staining her dead husband's sheets.
She lay there, trembling, heart pounding, body ruined.
Then she did something he didn't expect.
She turned to the framed photo on the nightstand… and knocked it over.
Kenzou raised an eyebrow.
"…Symbolic?"
Ayaka looked up at him, tears in her eyes.
"I'm done pretending I'm still his. I want you, Kenzou-san."
He kissed her hard.
"You were mine from the moment you dripped on my floor."