Chapter 132: Kasumi's Turn
"Ah... mm..."
Kasumi lay on the bed, her seductive eyes closed, her body curled up as she let out faint, muffled moans.
A soft, desperate heat began to pool low in her belly, a familiar ache that only one person could now soothe.
"Kasumi-nee, Kasumi-mama... I'm coming."
Haruto pressed against her soft, voluptuous body and began his all-out assault.
The scent of her perfume, mixed with the sweet aroma of her arousal, filled his senses, driving him wild with a possessive hunger.
Kasumi shyly responded, her face flushed with desire, her body trembling slightly, her shyness unmistakable. Their eyes met, exchanging waves of passion and lust.
In that locked gaze, a silent confession passed between them—this was wrong, forbidden, but the fire it stoked was too magnificent to extinguish.
The two, consumed by desire, suddenly embraced and kissed.
Haruto leaned down and gently kissed the beautiful widow, starting from her breasts, moving to her navel, lower abdomen, and finally arriving at the mysterious junction between her thighs.
His lips were a brand against her feverish skin, tracing a path of fire that made her nerves sing and her back arch from the mattress.
He parted her tightly clamped legs to reveal a pink, moist path already glistening with moisture. The tightly closed entrance emanated a wave of heat, and he couldn't resist bringing his mouth closer.
The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the raw, musky scent of her need, a perfume meant for him alone.
Kasumi squirmed restlessly, letting out soul-stirring moans.
"Ah... ah..."
"Oh god... right there... please..."
Haruto used his fingers to part the mysterious gateway between Kasumi's beautiful thighs, carefully admiring the most exquisite sight in the world—the widow's most tender and secret place. He extended his tongue and began to slowly, gently lick back and forth.
Her taste was an addictive nectar, flooding his mouth and sealing her essence upon his soul.
"Ah..."
"Fuck..."
Kasumi suddenly let out a voiceless cry, her hips lifting upward as she writhed intensely, her smooth thighs clamping tightly around Haruto's neck.
A violent shiver wracked her frame, her toes curling as the first tremor of a devastating climax ripped through her.
Haruto looked up and saw Kasumi's slightly parted lips, her nostrils flaring with each heavy breath, her pale, tender peaks trembling with the rise and fall of her chest, forming wave-like undulations.
He was the master of her pleasure, and the sight of her coming completely undone under his ministrations filled him with a primal, masculine pride.
For some reason, a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart. Kasumi's skin was so crystal clear, her curves so perfect, with not an ounce of excess fat anywhere on her body.
Haruto took the opportunity to push Kasumi's thighs apart and press them against her chest. Now, the most intimate part of the beautiful woman was completely exposed before his eyes.
Spread open and utterly vulnerable, the glistening, pink flesh of her cunt wept for him, begging to be filled.
Kasumi instinctively pulled her legs back, lifting her hips completely off the bed. The lush greenery swayed gently with Haruto's breath, yet the mysterious gate remained tightly shut, revealing only a crimson line glistening with crystalline dew.
The silent, lewd invitation was more powerful than any words.
Under Haruto's gaze, Kasumi appeared exceptionally bashful: "Don't stare at my pussy like that... it's too much..."
Driven by primal instinct, Haruto cradled Kasumi's thighs in the crook of his arms and pressed his entire body against her chest.
His rigid, towering dragon pressed against Kasumi's delicate, sensitive petals, gently rubbing up and down.
The slick heat of her entrance kissed the head of his cock, a tantalizing promise of the tight, wet heaven that awaited him.
Kasumi, teased by her adopted son Haruto, gazed with dazed eyes and panted incessantly.
"Ah... Mm... Haruto, please, fuck me~"
Haruto gently parted Kasumi's rounded, slender thighs. The massive entity arrived at the crimson entrance of the peach blossom grotto and, without pause, plunged deep, reaching the floral core in one thrust.
In one smooth, powerful stroke, he sheathed his entire length inside her, stretching her tender walls to their limit and stealing the breath from her lungs.
Kasumi's peach blossom grotto was exceptionally narrow, but fortunately, there had been sufficient spring nectar for lubrication, allowing Haruto to enter so smoothly.
Kasumi's eyes widened abruptly as she felt the scorching, enormous dragon head touch her floral palace entrance—a place no one had ever reached before.
The feeling of being impaled, so completely and deeply filled, was overwhelming, a mix of sharp pleasure and breathtaking fullness.
She nearly lost her breath, and only when Haruto's massive entity slowly withdrew did she let out a moan: "Oh... fuck..."
"So... So fucking good~... Haruto... Don't stop..."
The massive entity began to thrust shallowly and deeply. Their position made it easy for Haruto to reach Kasumi's floral core with each thrust. The sensation of being filled to the brim each time sent waves of pleasure deep into Kasumi's heart, causing streams of honeyed nectar to gush forth as her sweet cries continued unabated.
Each powerful thrust punched a ragged moan from her throat, the wet, slapping sounds of their union a lewd rhythm in the quiet room.
"So good... So incredible~... You're... You're splitting me open~... Ah... How... can it feel... this fucking good~... Ah... So..."
Kasumi's moans grew increasingly louder—this blissful sensation was something she had never experienced in her life.
"So... So damn amazing~... Ah... Ah... I can't... I'm... Going to cum~... Ah... Ah... Cumming... I'm cumming~..."
"Ah... Ah... Your cock is so good... Ah... Too damn good~... Ah..."
Seeing Kasumi so enchantingly adorable, Haruto couldn't resist lowering his head to capture her sweet lips.
The beautiful widow, already driven to forget everything by Haruto's thrusts, met him with her own scorching, fragrant tongue. Lips pressed against lips, they kissed until they were nearly breathless.
Their kiss was a messy, desperate clash of tongues and teeth, a shared breath as their bodies moved in perfect, carnal harmony.
After kissing Kasumi's fragrant lips, Haruto shifted his attention to her ears, nibbling her earlobe with his teeth, licking the back of her ear with his tongue, and even delving into her ear canal.
Kasumi could no longer endure such an assault. Her entire body tingled and trembled, her hands clutching Haruto's broad back tightly while her legs wrapped firmly around his waist and hips. Her plump hips bucked wildly, and spring nectar continuously flowed from her peach blossom grotto, accompanied by wet, squelching sounds as the massive entity moved in and out.
She was mindless, a creature of pure sensation, her world narrowed to the feeling of his thick cock pistoning in and out of her dripping wet cunt.
"Ah... I'm... Going to... Cum again~... I'm cumming again~... Ah... Ah..."
Kasumi cried out in ecstasy as another wave of scalding honey sprayed from the depths of her peach blossom grotto.
She lazily stretched her limbs, panting softly with half-closed eyes gazing at Haruto, a satisfied and seductive smile gracing her enchanting face.
Her body was boneless, humming with the aftershocks of her release, every inch of her skin sensitized and glowing.
Haruto grew even more aroused at the sight. He lowered his head to kiss Kasumi's lips and asked, "Sister Kasumi, what's wrong with you?"
Kasumi giggled flirtatiously, her eyes narrowing seductively as she replied to Haruto,
"Hehe... Mom is dying of pleasure... You're amazing, little Haruto... I've never been fucked like this before... This is the first time... So unforgettable..."
Seeing Kasumi's alluring and tempting demeanor, Haruto's face also lit up with pleasure. Unable to resist, he thrust his erect little Haruto back into her dripping peach grotto, pumping vigorously.
Her inner walls, still fluttering and sensitive from her orgasm, clenched around him like a velvet fist, milking his shaft with every movement.
The massive member plunged in and out of her peach grotto, each withdrawal accompanied by gushing streams of lewd nectar.
The bedsprings began to creak in a frantic tempo, a testament to the ferocity of his pace.
Kasumi had never felt such ecstasy before. She arched her plump, round, soft, and fair buttocks higher, allowing Haruto to thrust more comfortably and smoothly.
She met his every thrust with a desperate rock of her hips, a wordless plea for more, for harder, for deeper.
She panted and moaned wildly, her hands clawing frantically at Haruto's body as sweat poured from both of them.
Her nails dug half-moons into the hard muscles of his back, claiming him, marking him as hers in the heat of their sin.
Slurp... Squelch... Squish... Squish... Slurp...
The obscene, wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, a symphony of their mutual depravity.
The giant dragon plunged deep into Kasumi's peach grotto, causing her magnificent peaks to sway and tremble incessantly. Haruto's hands repeatedly reached out to fondle and play with them.
He squeezed and kneaded her full breasts, pinching her hardened nipples until she cried out, the sharp pain only fueling her pleasure.
The sensation of her voluptuous peaks being toyed with by her foster son excited Kasumi even further. The intense thrusts of the massive member deep within her peach grotto stirred waves of pleasure, causing her spring waters to overflow uncontrollably.
As she regained some clarity, Kasumi realized she had just returned home and was already in such a shameful position with her foster son, engaging in this disgraceful act.
The reality of it—the taboo, the betrayal of her daughters—was a cold splash of water, but the fire in her looms burned it away to ash.
She never imagined she could be so wanton—unable to resist indulging in such a relationship with him the moment she returned home, especially when he was already entangled with her two daughters.
She wondered how Haruto would view her after this...
Kasumi glanced at Haruto, and the thought of cutting ties with him after this incident briefly surfaced in her mind. But the overwhelming pleasure of the hard, fiery dragon ramming inside her quickly dispelled the idea.
The feeling of his cock, so thick and deep, rubbing against a spot that made her see stars, was an argument that obliterated all reason.
As a widow who had never experienced such satisfaction, she found herself unable to part with the sensation of that massive member thrusting inside her. The mere thought of separating from such a treasure filled her heart with profound loss.
Not only her heart but even her body resisted the idea, as if asking why she should reject the handsome young man who brought her such ecstasy.
Haruto noticed the flickering uncertainty in Kasumi's beautiful eyes. Though he didn't fully understand her thoughts, he knew one thing for sure: she had been completely conquered by his large meat rod.
He could feel it in the way her body greedily swallowed him whole, in the way her cunt clenched around him, trying to keep him buried inside her forever.
So, he adjusted his position and intensified his thrusts into Kasumi's peach grotto.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, angling himself to plunge even deeper, hitting the very mouth of her womb with each brutal, perfect thrust.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the friction of the massive member against the spring waters inside Kasumi's peach grotto echoed incessantly in the bedroom.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of his hips pounding against her pliant flesh was relentless, a carnal drumbeat.
Kasumi no longer had the luxury to overthink. Once again, Haruto carried her to the heights of paradise, their panting and moaning merging into a symphony.
Thought was impossible. There was only feeling, a rising tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to shatter her very being.
Pitiful and delicate, she tossed her beautiful head back and forth, her arms tightly wrapped around Haruto's waist, while her pair of fair, perky peaks swayed rhythmically with their movements.
She was a vision of debauched beauty, her hair splayed wildly across the pillows, her body glistening with sweat, completely lost to the fuck.
The thick, lengthy, and erect young Haruto thrust repeatedly within Kasumi's tightly constricted peach grotto, each movement sending her into waves of ecstasy so intense she felt as if she were dying and reviving.
He was pounding her very soul, each thrust a jolt of lightning that coiled the spring of her climax tighter and tighter, until she knew it would shatter her.
Suddenly, her voluptuous and alluring delicate frame trembled slightly, followed by her beautiful eyes rolling back as her soft body tensed up.
In an instant, Kasumi actually fainted.
Her final conscious sensation was the feeling of his hot release erupting deep inside her, filling her, claiming her, just before the darkness swallowed her whole.