Warm water cascaded gently, rinsing away the suds from Haruto's body. The steam rose around them, cloaking the bathroom in a thick, humid heat that made every touch feel electric against their slick skin.
The moment he was clean, Touko stood up, moving from behind to face him directly. Her eyes, dark with lust, locked onto his.
One hand fondled his heavy sac while the other steadied his dick, her snow-white, slender neck leaning forward. Her breath, warm and quick, ghosted over the sensitive skin of his dick a moment before she made contact.
Her lips parted, gently taking him into her mouth. The initial shock of her wet, welcoming mouth was so intense he saw stars, his knees buckling slightly as a guttural groan was torn from his throat.
Her slick tongue circled the tip before sliding down the shaft. It was a slow, deliberate exploration, tasting every inch of him, memorizing his shape and the way he pulsed against her.
The explosive sensation of her tight lips wrapping around him nearly made Haruto surrender on the spot. He threw his head back against the tiled wall, the coolness a stark contrast to the fire she was stoking deep within his core.
Touko's oral skills were every bit as masterful as her hand techniques. She knew exactly how to use her mouth, her tongue, the very back of her throat to wring every last drop of pleasure from him.
Slurp~ Slurp~
The lewd, wet sounds echoed off the bathroom walls. Each movement of her head was a practiced art, a perfect rhythm designed to milk him completely.
Once she had taken his length fully inside her throat, her tongue coiled and sucked while she bobbed her head up and down, her impossibly soft lips gliding over the ridge of his crown. Her nose pressed into the coarse pubic hair at his base, and he could feel the vibrations of her contented moans.
Haruto had never encountered such skilled lips before—not only was there no hint of teeth, but she attended to every sensitive spot without fail. It was as if she had a map of his every nerve ending, her sole purpose to bring him to the peak.
His dick swelled even thicker in her mouth, the overwhelming pleasure making Haruto instinctively press his legs together, drawing her lovely face even closer to his hips. His fingers tangled in her damp hair, not forcing, but needing to hold onto something, anything, as the world narrowed to the heat of her mouth.
"Touko… I'm going to cum."
The words were a strained, ragged warning. He couldn't hold on, not against this devastatingly perfect onslaught of sensation.
Having experienced such a perfect mouth for the first time, Haruto didn't want to hold back. He wanted to give her everything, to feel himself pulse and cum deep within her throat, fill her belly with his semen.
Touko kept him between her lips, tilting her head up with watery, lust-filled eyes. She looked like a goddess of sin, her gaze pleading for him to lose control, to use her mouth for his release.
Mmph~ Mmph~ Mmm~
Her muffled, eager sounds were the final push he needed. The vibrations traveled straight through him, coiling his muscles tight in anticipation of the explosion.
Seeing that Touko wouldn't relent, Haruto pressed both hands on top of her head and pushed her down on his dick forcefully. He needed to be deeper, to feel her throat constrict around him as he came.
Touko obediently lowered herself, suppressing the nauseating sensation of her throat being stretched open as she took all of his dick inside. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of having him so completely buried within her.
"Mmm..."
A deep, throaty moan escaped her as she adjusted, her body accepting every last inch of him. The sensation was utterly consuming for them both.
The incredibly sensitive tip was tightly enveloped by the smooth throat muscles. With every breath Touko took, her throat contracted and expanded, kissing and sucking each time. It was a continuous, rippling massage that milked him relentlessly.
Deep throating was something Haruto had tried before, but never for this long, nor had he ever experienced finishing this deep inside.
"Hngh... cumming... take it!"
His voice was a raw, animalistic growl, his hips giving a final, involuntary thrust as he held her head firmly in place.
Haruto pressed down hard, pressing Touko's flushed face completely against his lower abdomen. His dick was buried to the base in her mouth, his entire length sheathed in the incredible, clutching heat of her throat.
His dick throbbed violently, releasing streams of cum directly into Touko's throat with each pulse. Rope after hot, thick rope shot directly into her waiting stomach, the force of his release seemingly endless.
While swallowing diligently, Touko didn't forget to lick the shaft with her little tongue. Even in the throes of his climax, she was working to prolong his pleasure, to taste every last drop of him.
The incredibly satisfying release lasted nearly a minute, with so much volume that Touko couldn't swallow it all fast enough. Her throat worked frantically, a continuous, gulping motion as she drank him down.
White sticky fluid slowly overflowed from the corners of her mouth. Thick, pearlescent drops traced paths through her blush-pink skin.
Haruto released his grip, closing his eyes as he let out a long sigh. His body trembled with the aftershocks, every muscle lax and buzzing with satisfaction.
Now he understood why some men were said to be drained to death by Succubi. This was a pleasure that could make a man forget his own name, a bliss so complete it felt dangerous.
This kind of experience was truly addictive. He already craved it again, needed to feel that devastating expertise wring another soul-shattering climax from him.
Even after finishing, his dick didn't soften. Touko slowly raised her head, her pink tongue licking every inch of his dick clean, collecting every last drop of semen. She was meticulous, worshipful, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.
Her warm mouth continued to envelop his dick, the strong suction drawing out any remaining traces. The sensation was almost too much on his oversensitive flesh, a mix of sharp pleasure and sweet agony that made him gasp.
The semi-hard dick was extremely sensitive now, perking up immediately under Touko's vigorous licking and sucking. Her dedication was incredible, her hunger seemingly insatiable as she coaxed him back to full, aching hardness.
Maintaining the suction, Touko finally released his dick from her mouth. A thin strand of saliva connected her swollen lower lip to the glistening tip of his throbbing dick for a moment before breaking.
"Pop~"
The sound was lewd and final, echoing in the steamy room. The seal broken, a shiver ran through him at the loss of contact.
The soft lips and smooth tip had formed a perfect seal, producing a sound like a cork being pulled when they separated. She looked up at him, her expression one of pure, sated bliss, her lips glistening and slightly bruised.
Watching the Succubi use her finger to gather the semen from her lips and taste it, Haruto stood up on his own initiative, ready for round two. A new, powerful energy surged through him, his gaze fixed on her with renewed, possessive intent.
"Touko, let me help wash you next."
Squeezing out some shower gel, he pulled Touko into his embrace and began washing her carefully. The floral scent of the soap mixed with their own musky aroma, an intoxicating perfume that filled the air.
Her slender neck, full soft breasts, narrow waist that could be encircled with one hand, smooth flat stomach, snow-white and pink garden completely free of weeds, long shapely legs, and petite feet with pink nail polish. He touched every curve and plane with his soap-slicked hands.
While Haruto diligently washed her front, little Haruto was contributing his own efforts from behind. The hard length of him pressed against her, a persistent, heated promise against her big ass.
First moving between her plump thighs and pussy lips, then burying himself completely between her beautifully curved ass, working hard to clean every crevice. He glided through the slick valley of her ass, the soap making his movements smooth and teasing.
Touko sat down, allowing Haruto to wash her hair. She leaned back into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her as his fingers massaged her scalp.
His dick slid up and down her smooth pink back, the heat making Touko let out soft moans from time to time. The friction was maddening, a delicious torment that had her pressing back against him, seeking more.
"Splash~"
Under the warm water stream, Haruto's cleaning work reached its final step. The water sluiced away the suds, revealing her pristine, glistening skin once more. She was utterly clean, and utterly ready for him.
"Spread your legs, time to wash here."
His command was soft but firm, leaving no room for refusal. His eyes were dark, fixed on the very core of her.
Panting, Touko parted her legs, revealing her pussy as plump and round as a steamed bun. The pink flesh glistened under the water, already swollen and eager for his dick.
Pinkish-white, with strands of glistening moisture continuously dripping from the crimson slit. It was her own love juices, proof of how much she wanted him, needed him.
"Another hairless pussy to enjoy..."
The observation was murmured with a mixture of fascination and raw lust. She was perfectly bare, perfectly exposed for him.
Haruto wasn't surprised anymore. Just like in his memories, all these hentai heroines had naturally smooth pussy shaped like perfect buns.
Just looking at it was enough to make one eager to explore further. His breath hitched, his own need coiling tight again at the sight of her perfect, offered pussy.
Ignoring her protests, he pressed his index finger against the exposed clitoris, while his middle and ring fingers slid into the moist passage of her pussy. She was so wet, so ready, that his fingers slid in without the slightest resistance.
The index finger teased the slippery, delicate bud, while the middle and ring fingers struggled to delve deeper into the slick, scorching heat of her insides. Her inner walls fluttered around his digits, clutching at them, trying to pull them deeper.
Truly befitting a succubus—the passage was so tight that, if not for the absence of that thin barrier, one might have mistaken it for her first time. The constant, gripping tension was unbelievable, a velvet vise designed to milk him dry.
The valley flowed with nectar, her long, beautiful legs alternating between stretching and bending as Touko panted heavily, leaning against Haruto's shoulder. "More… please, Haruto…" she begged, her voice a breathy whimper.
"Haruto, your fingers aren't long enough… you can't reach inside~"
Her complaint was a sultry taunt, a challenge issued through hooded eyes and kiss-swollen lips. She needed something much larger, much more substantial.
Haruto withdrew his hand and stood up, chuckling. "Then what can reach inside?" He already knew the answer, his erection bobbing heavily between them, demanding attention.
"Of course, this naughty little thing~" Her hand was sure and eager as she reached for his dick, stroking the iron-hard length, planting a kiss on it before rising to her feet.
"Wasn't the little mouth above satisfied enough? Now the one below wants more?" He teased her, palming the full curve of her buttock, pulling her flush against his throbbing length.
"The one above is easy to fill, but the one below has a much bigger appetite~" She ground herself against him, her love juices smearing on his skin, her meaning perfectly, deliciously clear.
Touko rested her hands on Haruto's shoulders, lifting one leg to wrap around his firm waist, balancing on a single foot as she nestled against him. Her pussy was positioned perfectly at the tip of his dick, a hairsbreadth away from being filled.
Haruto supported her slender waist with one hand and cupped her plump, snow-white ass with the other, aligning himself before thrusting forward. There was no hesitation, only a single, powerful drive to be inside her.
Touko arched her hips in perfect sync, swallowing him whole in one smooth motion. A sharp, mutual cry of pleasure filled the room as he sheathed himself to the hilt in her incredible, gripping heat.
The entrance was tight, but their coordination was flawless, aided by the slick wetness that allowed him to plunge deep until he met a scorching, velvety barrier. Her cervix welcomed the head of his cock with a firm, heated pressure that promised unimaginable pleasure.
With the slightest movement of his hips, Touko immediately melted into a sultry display, gasping and writhing beneath him. She was so sensitive, so responsive to every tiny shift, every minute friction.
In this standing position, every thrust struck the sweetest spot, and before long, she reached her first climax. Her inner walls convulsed around him, a rippling, milking contraction that pulled a guttural groan from his chest.
"Ahh~ I can't… I'm cumming…!"
Her scream was pure ecstasy, her body bowing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
Touko collapsed against Haruto's muscular frame, her full, moon-like rear trembling uncontrollably as a flood of warmth spilled from her pussy, soaking the delicate pink folds until they grew even softer and slicker. She was boneless, utterly spent from the intensity of her climax.
Haruto caressed the plush curves of her breasts—soft beyond belief, yet with an astonishing resilience. He weighed them in his hands, thumbs circling the hardened nipples, reveling in the way she shuddered at his touch.
"Mmm~"
The moan was a weak, pleasure-drunk sound. Even in her oversensitive state, her body sang for him.
The slightest touch sent shivers through her sensitive body, drawing a sweet moan from her lips. He could feel her heart hammering against his chest, a wild rhythm that matched his own.
Haruto lifted her other leg, supporting her weight as he carried her forward. He was still buried deep within her, not willing to separate for even a second as he moved them from the bathroom.
Thwap—thwap—thwap—
The sound of their wet skin meeting filled the hallway, a lewd, rhythmic beat to their journey. Each step was a deliberate, powerful thrust that made her cry out.
Each step drove his hips against hers, the burning length piercing deep, stretching her delicate passage to its limits. She was so full, so completely occupied, she could think of nothing else.
The swollen tip of his dick hammered relentlessly against her tender cervix, each impact sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. It was a direct, brutal assault on her most sensitive place, and she loved every second of it.
"Ah… too deep… ngh… you're hitting… the baby's room… the baby's room is gonna get wrecked by this bad boy…"
Her words were a slurred, ecstatic mess, each syllable punctuated by a gasp as he drove into her. The head of his dick kissed her deepest point with every stroke, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
Touko convulsed as if electrified, her exquisite face twisting into a debauched expression, glistening drool trailing from her parted lips. She was lost, completely submerged in the sensation he was giving her.
Haruto's aggressive rhythm was a stark contrast to his earlier passivity, plunging Touko into an even deeper abyss of desire. He was in control now, claiming her with a primal intensity that left her mindless.
By the time they reached the living room, after over ten minutes of relentless thrusting, even Haruto couldn't hold back, flooding the succubus' depths with thick, searing cum.
"Ahhh! So hot… so much… ugh… my belly… it's being filled up…!"
Her scream was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She could feel the hot jets painting her insides, each spurt triggering another, smaller climax that made her toes curl.
Touko reached her climax for the second time, her exquisitely beautiful and alluring features melting completely as Haruto's semen scorched her.
Her eyes rolled back as her cherry lips parted in a perfect circle, her entire body convulsing violently while her flawless, milky skin trembled uncontrollably. A glistening trail of drool spilled unconsciously from the corner of her mouth. She was utterly, beautifully wrecked.
With arms as pale as frost, Touko actively reached out and tightly wrapped them around Haruto's neck, her breathtakingly long legs—the kind that haunted men's dreams—clamping around his waist. Drenched in fragrant sweat, her delicate body clung to him like a koala.
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