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The moment Kayoko seated herself fully, Takumi's control shattered.
With a growl, he flipped them, pinning her beneath him with her legs hooked over his arms, spreading her wide open for his relentless thrusts. The first snap of his hips punched the air from her lungs, her back arching off the bed as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Fuck! Takumi— Yes—!" Her cry was raw, unfiltered pleasure as he set a brutal pace, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the room.
Takumi's muscles flexed with each powerful thrust, sweat glistening on his toned abdomen as he drove into her with unrestrained force. Kayoko's nails raked down his back, leaving angry red trails as she clung to him, her hips meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor.
"Deeper—! Please—!" she begged, her voice breaking as he angled his hips just right, hitting that sweet spot inside her with unerring precision.
Takumi's grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he obeyed, pistoning into her with jackhammer intensity. The bedframe protested beneath them, the rhythmic creaking drowned out by their mingled moans and the slick sounds of their joining.
"You feel fucking incredible," he gritted out, his voice rough with exertion. "So tight—so fucking wet—"
Kayoko's response was lost in a scream as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice. Takumi cursed, his thrusts growing erratic as her climax milked him relentlessly.
"I'm close—" he warned, his voice strained.
Kayoko arched beneath him, her legs locking around his waist as she pulled him deeper still. "Inside—! Fill me up—!" she demanded, her voice wrecked.
With a final, brutal thrust, he obeyed.
Spurt… Spurt… Spurt… Spurt…
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Airi knew she shouldn't be watching.
But the sounds—the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the sharp slap of skin against skin, the broken moans and guttural growls—had drawn her like a moth to flame. She stood frozen in the hallway, her breath coming in shallow pants as she peered through the cracked door.
The sight that greeted her sent a bolt of white-hot arousal straight to her core.
Takumi's muscular back flexed with each powerful thrust, his hips slamming into her aunt's spread thighs with enough force to make the headboard knock against the wall. Kayoko's head was thrown back, her lips parted in a silent scream as Takumi pounded into her with unrestrained abandon.
Airi's hand flew to her mouth, stifling her gasp as she watched Takumi's thick length disappear into Kayoko's glistening folds over and over, the lewd squelching sounds making her own thighs press together instinctively.
Her face burned, but she couldn't look away—not when Takumi suddenly flipped Kayoko onto her stomach, his hand fisting in her hair as he pulled her onto all fours.
"Nnngh—! Taku—!" Kayoko's cry was muffled by the sheets as he sheathed himself inside her again, his thrusts even more punishing from this angle.
Airi's fingers trembled as they dipped beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts, her own arousal soaking through her panties. The first brush against her clit sent a jolt through her entire body, her breath hitching as she imagined it was Takumi touching her instead.
When Kayoko's screams reached a fever pitch, Airi's fingers moved faster, her own climax building with frightening intensity.
Just as Kayoko's body bowed in ecstasy, Airi bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing herself to retreat before she did something she'd regret.
But the images—Takumi's powerful body moving over her aunt, the way his muscles flexed with each thrust—were burned into her mind.
And her body ached with unfamiliar need.
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Takumi collapsed atop Kayoko, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against her back as they both struggled to catch their breath. His softening cock still nestled inside her, their mixed fluids leaking out around him in warm, sticky trails down her thighs. The musky scent of sex hung thick in the air, mingling with their labored breathing.
Kayoko turned her head slightly, her lips brushing his jaw as she murmured, "You were incredible." Her voice was wrecked, hoarse from screaming, but the satisfaction in her tone was unmistakable.
Takumi chuckled darkly, rolling them onto their sides without pulling out, his arms wrapping possessively around her waist. "You weren't so bad yourself," he teased, nipping at her shoulder.
Kayoko shivered at the contact, her body still thrumming with aftershocks. Her fingers traced idle patterns across his forearm, admiring the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch. The room was silent except for their slowing breaths and the occasional creak of the bed as they shifted.
The lamplight cast golden highlights across Takumi's toned physique—the sweat still glistening on his abs, the faint red marks her nails had left down his back. Kayoko's gaze lingered on the bite mark she'd left on his pectoral, the purpling bruise a stark contrast against his tanned skin.
Takumi's hand drifted up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing lazily over her peaked nipple. "Already getting hard again just looking at you," he admitted gruffly, his semi-erect cock twitching inside her.
Kayoko arched into his touch with a breathy sigh. "Beast~," she chided, though the way she ground back against him betrayed her own renewed interest.
Neither spoke as their hands explored familiar territory—his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, hers combing through the dark hair on his chest. Words weren't necessary; their bodies communicated everything that needed to be said.
As their breathing steadied, Kayoko shifted downward, her lips trailing feather-light kisses along Takumi's torso. Each press of her mouth left a brand of heat against his skin—over his pounding heart, along the ridges of his abs, across the sharp V of his hips.
When she reached his softening cock, still glistening with their mixed fluids, she nuzzled it affectionately before taking him into her mouth with none of her earlier desperation. This wasn't about teasing or pushing him toward another climax—this was pure worship.
"Thank you," she whispered against his length, her breath warm on his sensitive flesh.
Takumi groaned, his fingers threading through her hair as she lapped gently at his spent cock, cleaning him with slow, reverent strokes of her tongue. Her movements were unhurried, savoring every inch of him as if committing the feel and taste to memory.
"You did—kiss♡—a god job—kiss♡," she breathed, her lips brushing the head of his cock with each word.
Takumi's hips jerked slightly as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft with none of the frantic energy from before. The sensation was almost unbearably tender after their earlier frenzy—her mouth hot and wet around him, her hands stroking his thighs with feather-light touches.
When she finally pulled away, his cock was half-hard again, twitching against his stomach as if begging for more. Kayoko smiled up at him, her chin glistening with a mixture of saliva and their combined release.
"Greedy," she teased, running a single finger along his length.
Takumi caught her wrist, pulling her up for a searing kiss. "You started it," he growled against her lips.
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Dawn's first light began creeping through the curtains as Kayoko rested her head on Takumi's chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns through the coarse hair there. The house was still silent—Airi presumably asleep in her room, Marina none the wiser to what had transpired just down the hall.
"Stay," Kayoko murmured, though she knew he couldn't. Her voice was thick with sleep and lingering satisfaction, her body still thrumming from their earlier activities.
Takumi kissed her forehead, his arms tightening around her briefly before reluctantly pulling away. "You know I can't."
Kayoko watched as he dressed, her gaze lingering on every newly revealed inch of skin—the way his muscles flexed as he pulled his shirt on, the shift of his powerful thighs as he stepped into his jeans. When he leaned down for one last kiss, she caught his lower lip between her teeth, sucking gently before releasing him.
"Next time," she promised, her voice dripping with sensual promise.
Takumi smirked, stealing one final grope of her bare breast before slipping out the door.
Alone in the rumpled sheets, Kayoko touched her lips, still tingling from his kisses. Her thighs were sticky with his seed, the scent of sex clinging to her skin. She closed her eyes, replaying every moment—the feel of him inside her, the sound of his groans, the way his hands had gripped her hips like she was his.
Down the hall, Airi lay wide awake in her bed, her fingers still pressed between her thighs. The images of Takumi's powerful body moving over her aunt played on a loop in her mind, her innocence shattered, her body aching with unfamiliar need.
And as the sun rose higher, all three occupants of the house remained consumed by the same thought—next time.
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