Collapsed together in the aftermath, Marina's thighs still trembled violently as she traced the bite marks littering her breasts—each bruise a dark testament to her sacrifice. Takumi's cum leaked from her well-used pussy in warm rivulets, the sensation oddly comforting as it dripped onto the desk's edge.
"Beautiful," Takumi murmured, his fingers stroking through the mess between her thighs. He gathered their mixed essence on two fingers before pressing them to Marina's swollen lips. Her tongue darted out obediently, the salty-bitter taste making her shiver even as she swallowed every drop.
When he whispered "Good Senpai" against her ear while sliding a finger back inside her sensitive folds, Marina's exhausted body shuddered with renewed interest. Her oversensitive walls clenched weakly around the intrusion, her inverted nipples stiffening again despite her exhaustion.
"You're really lewd," Takumi chuckled darkly, his finger curling just right to make her hips jerk.
Marina could only nod, her plush lips parting in a silent plea. The promise she'd made—to protect Kayoko and Airi by becoming his perfect fucktoy—thrummed through her veins like a second heartbeat. And as Takumi's mouth descended to her aching breasts once more, she knew she'd made the right choice.
…
Moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting silver highlights across Marina's sweat-slicked body as she stirred in Takumi's arms. The afterglow of their first round still hummed through her veins, but the insistent ache between her thighs had returned with a vengeance. She shifted slightly, her heavy breasts pressing against Takumi's chest as she straddled his lap. His cock, still hard from their earlier passion, twitched against her thigh in response.
"Again," she breathed, the word more plea than command.
Takumi's hands slid up her plush thighs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive creases where leg met hip.
"Greedy Senpai," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and desire.
Marina didn't deny it. Her fingers wrapped around his thickening length, guiding him to her still-slick entrance. The head of his cock caught against her swollen folds, and with a slow roll of her hips, she sheathed him inside her once more. A breathy sigh escaped her lips as she took him inch by inch, her walls fluttering around his girth.
The stretch was delicious—less urgent than before but no less intoxicating. Her breasts swayed as she began to move, their weight a comforting anchor as she set a slow, grinding rhythm. Takumi's hands settled on her waist, his grip firm but not controlling, letting her take what she needed.
"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. "You feel even better when you're in charge, Senpai."
Marina's cheeks flushed at the praise, her hips rolling with renewed purpose. The angle allowed his cock to drag against that sweet spot inside her with every downward stroke, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her core. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts brushing against his chest, her nipples stiffening further at the contact.
Takumi took the invitation for what it was, capturing one peaked nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing it lightly before sucking hard enough to make her gasp. The dual sensations—his mouth on her breast and his cock filling her—sent Marina hurtling toward another climax faster than she'd anticipated.
"Nnngh—! T-Takumi-kun—!" Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him closer as her movements grew more erratic.
"Yeah," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot. "Come for me again."
And she did—with a cry that was half-sob, half-scream, her walls clamping down around him as pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves.
"MNNGGGGHH—!"
Spent and trembling, Marina slid off Takumi's lap, her legs too weak to support her. She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. But Takumi wasn't done yet.
With a growl, he rolled her onto her back, his hands kneading her massive breasts roughly. "These were made for more than just looking pretty, Senpai," he muttered, his voice thick with lust.
Before Marina could respond, he positioned himself between her thighs, his cock sliding through the valley of her cleavage with a lewd sound.
The sensation of his heated length pressed between her soft flesh sent a jolt of arousal straight to her already oversensitive core.
"Hold them together," he commanded, his voice rough.
Marina obeyed, her hands lifting to squeeze her breasts around his shaft, her inverted nipples brushing against him with each movement. Takumi groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cockhead peeking out from between her plush flesh before disappearing again.
Precum smeared across her sternum, the sticky fluid glistening in the dim light. Marina's tongue darted out instinctively, catching a bead of it as it dripped toward her collarbone. The taste—salty and musky—made her whimper, her pussy clenching around nothing.
"Fuck, look at you," Takumi gritted out, his pace quickening. "Senpai's tits swallowing me whole."
Marina could only moan in response, her fingers tightening around her breasts to increase the pressure. The friction was exquisite—his cock sliding smoothly through her slick cleavage, her nipples rubbing against him with every thrust. The sounds alone were enough to make her wet all over again—each one sending vibrations through her chest.
When Takumi's movements grew erratic, Marina knew he was close. She squeezed tighter, her lips parting in anticipation.
"Cum please, cum in my mouth," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.
With a guttural groan, Takumi obeyed. Thick ropes of his release painted her collarbone, her chin, her parted lips. Marina licked them clean instinctively, the taste of him flooding her senses as she swallowed every drop.
Dawn's first light crept through the curtains, casting a golden glow over their tangled bodies. Marina lay sprawled across the bed, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, her skin still tingling from their night of passion. Takumi's arm draped possessively over her waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns along her hip.
She should have been sated.
And yet— the heat between her thighs had returned, a slow, insistent throb that refused to be ignored. Her fingers twitched against the sheets, her body craving his touch once more.
As if sensing her need, Takumi stirred behind her, his erection pressing against the curve of her ass.
"Senpai," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and desire.
Marina didn't hesitate. She rolled onto her back, her legs parting in silent invitation. Takumi's dark eyes gleamed with understanding as he settled between her thighs, his cock already hard and eager.
Their morning coupling was slow—lazy strokes and sleepy kisses, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion of the night before. But it was no less intense.
Marina's breath hitched as Takumi slid inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate him once more. The stretch was familiar now, comforting in its own way. Her fingers traced the lines of his shoulders as he moved above her, her hips lifting to meet each thrust.
There were no screams this time—just soft sighs and whispered pleas, the sounds of two bodies moving in perfect harmony as the sun rose higher in the sky.
When her climax came, it was a slow, sweet unraveling—a gentle wave that washed over her rather than the crashing tide of before. Takumi followed moments later, his release spilling into her with a groan.
They stayed joined long after, neither willing to break the connection just yet.
Marina's fingers brushed through his hair as she caught her breath, a contented smile curving her lips.
Outside, the sounds of the waking household began to stir—the distant clatter of dishes, the murmur of voices. Kayoko and Airi were awake, none the wiser to the debauchery that had unfolded just beyond Marina's door.
The thought sent a thrill through her—not guilt, but pride. She'd kept her promise.
Takumi's fingers traced idle patterns along her spine, his dark eyes searching hers. "No regrets?"
Marina didn't hesitate. She kissed him, slow and deep, her tongue sliding against his in a silent answer. When she pulled back, her lips were curved in a smile that held no shame, no hesitation.
"None," she whispered.
And as the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting its light over their tangled forms, she knew—this was exactly where she was meant to be.
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