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He dived his tongue in the middle of her chest, not letting any bit part of her breasts dry and unattended under his dominant presence. With her singlet finally out of the way, Shoma's seeking hands grabbed her boobs and began to play with them, while locking their lips and kissing passionately. Their tongues locked between fierce battles, sending and receiving fluids constantly throughout. Finally, he released his mouth from hers which resulted in a trail of saliva forming as a bridge between their oral entrances.

"Are you enjoying the things that we did so far, babe?" Shoma propped, now laying his body right beside hers, spooning her in the process. She moaned blissfully as her seductive legs wrapped his waist, her neck being invaded from a trail of hickeys left by the charismatic man. She moaned as he fondled her breasts again and then tweaked the nipples capping on top of them.

"Yes, I like them, Shoma. I want more…" she hungrily stated, a hand slipping into her panties to calm the now burning womanhood that 'suffered' from all those earlier teasing. Shoma sat back up and removed the c string and nipple covers of her sexy apron. Now, seated an alluring naked woman with her breasts exposing, well shaven pussy that glistened brightly towards the direction of his eyes. Shoma scooted to back to the bed before picking up her body, placing her dripping womanhood just mere inches away above his head. He licked his lips in anticipation, his hands grasping her trickled thighs firmly for support.

"Taste me," Aphmau smiled, now inserting her sweet hole inside his awaiting mouth. He teased her by licking the sides of her groin, lapping up all the pre-cum that was left a few minutes ago. As he circled her vulvas with his sensitive tongue, Aphmau began to moan and arched her body towards his, riding like a horny cowgirl. Her whimpers were like music to his ears, stimulating and arousing his body in the process. He inserted a finger into her lustful core to check its condition- He was not surprised that it was already drenched. Treating her vagina like a lollipop, he nibbled at the pink folds of her pussy, violating and pulling the skin of her clitoral hood out. Aphmau now screamed in excitement, her hands twerking her own breasts and nipples for enhanced pleasures. Satisfied to see the vixen moaning loudly and erratically, he dived his head even deeper to her walls of pleasure, penetrating with his eager index finger.

"Yes… Yes! Shoma, keep it up. I'm gonna cum soon…" Aphmau shuddered with her incoherent words as she was repeatedly shoving back by the intensified sensation by his tongue. Taking her moans as motivation, he sped his licking and inserting process. He licked her pussy completely from the top to bottom, while not forgetting to stuff two more fingers in her love hole. The succubus let an ear-splitting scream as she arched her curvaceous body even further, desperately trying to ride out her orgasm as soon as possible. He closed his eyes in focus, his hands stretching out and groping her delicious butt while he sucked and flickered her clitoris at the same time.

"Shoma! Ahh! I'm cumming!" Aphmau shrieked, followed by consistent sharp intake of breaths. A jet of hot cum gushed out of her hole and flowed quickly into his oral entrance. He opened his mouth wide to receive his 'reward' in full, gurgling her sweet liquid to and fro in his caverns before swallowing with happiness. Aphmau's legs began to wobble and his arms pulled her back just in time to keep her from falling.



Before she got to reply, Shoma slowly pushed her down to the bed and straddled her.

"I love you," she smiled alluringly, kissing him on the lips once before looking to see his response.

"I love you too, Aphmau." Her soft succulent lips touched his, sending waves of ecstasy and excitement through her brain and body. He bent down, desperately wanting for more, but she placed his index finger on his lips.

"How about we do that later?" she smirked naughtily, and began to caress his hair and forehead. "Make me feel better."

Shoma slowly unbuttoned her blouse, removing and dumping it onto the carpet. She could feel the sensation from his touch on the curves of her body, stomach and then the boobs. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, earning a blissful smile from her face as a reply. Next, he started to kiss, lick and nip all over her chest and the collarbones. She gasped and moaned as he landed a trail of light hickeys on her neck. Finally, he began to stare at the bra that she was wearing.

Without hesitation, he unclipped the only 'armor' that protected her delicate breasts. She covered her tits with her hands, smiling cheekily at Shoma. He giggled back and removed her hands slowly, before ogling on her pearly shaped assets. Grabbing her left nipple, he suddenly began to lick the areola so quick such that she immediately moaned aloud and arched her back towards him.

"Your moans are music to my ears. Mm…." Shoma naughtily whispered into her ears, and earning more gasping sounds from her mouth. At the same time, he grabbed her right boob, his skilled fingers tracing and twisting her puffy pink nipple. In return, she desperately held up her body and kissed him, mixing their fluids with each other. After a few seconds, he stopped sucking her tits and then proceeded to remove her skirt.

"Oh, what's this? A wet spot in the bottom of your panties?" He arched his eyebrows as he teased her.

She immediately flushed, and tried to squirm away from him, to cover her embarrassment.

"Hold on, my dear, I love to see wet excitement forming in panties." He noticed the camel toe protruding out of her panties and began to tease by stroking it. She immediately moaned aloud. At that moment, Shoma removed her panties and was rewarded with few drops of liquids, glistening on her sex.

Hands on her thighs, he began to lick on her vagina without much further ado. She moaned loudly, her legs grabbing his head and pushing him to lick her southern lips as deep as possible. She could not stand the euphoric feeling of her pussy being repeatedly licked, to the heights of her orgasm, that she actually squirted her love liquids onto the face of her partner.

He then licked her juice with his seductive stare.

Suddenly, a finger of his appeared and began to tease her by stroking the outermost of her sex cavern.

"Apphmau, I'm going to insert it in now," he told her. She nodded her head with her hands grasping his back, getting ready to embrace the pleasure of his finger rubbing her sex. He started out slowly, the soft finger made a smooth friction against her vaginal walls, sending her heightened sense of euphoria waves through her brain. She stared closely at his face and made loud animalistic moans.

"More…..More!" she cried out wantonly.

He answered her wish by increasing the speed of his finger penetrating her twat. She cried out in pure bliss, gripping his shoulders tightly, before releasing yet another wave of juices pouring out of her swollen love bud. He began to lap up the liquid on his finger, the bed and her groin area.

She was so lethargic, yet in cloud nine as she managed to make love with her lover.

"Sleep with me tonight, my dear." She caressed his cheeks.

He nodded with agreement, and quickly snugged towards her chest. They drifted into a long sleep after that.

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Aphmau suddenly let out a long mewl as she felt his lips move back up to her neck, and his teeth joining in a long suckle, the action sure to leave a noticeable hickey. She shuddered against him, the leg around his waist having no choice but to bring him in closer.

His lips peeled off her skin, and he gave it a few gentle kisses as his breath spread more gooseflesh on her neck.

"Never would have expected you to be this big of a slut."

Shoma surfaced up to Aphmau's face again, a devious smile on his lips as he kept taunting her. The smile only grew wider when one of his hands slipped up her skirt to discover the lack of any underwear.

Desperate, Aphmau used all of her strength to pull his mouth onto hers. She swirled her lips against his hungrily, her tongue seeking out his with an urgency that made her whine into his throat.

When she parted, a string of saliva linking their tongues, she gave him the horniest of doe eyes, blush on her cheeks as she panted.

"Just fuck me, babe. I want you to fuck me hard."

Not a moment later and her boyfriend went to work.

He let Aphmau stand on her own for own two feet for a few seconds as he ripped off his shirt. There was then the rapid unbuckling of his jeans, the swift crumple of his boxers, then his strong hands reached out one last time for Aphmau's purple sweater.

There was a loud rip as he tore it apart, baring to him her breasts, pink nipples perked and bouncing out to greet him without the hindrance of a bra.

"You really are a slut for me. I bet you just had my cock on your mind all morning."

He took a moment to behold her, the young minx, panting and hot. Aphmau was growing impatient, and in her dazed lust, her hands reached for the bottom hem of her pleated skirt, and she lifted it, giving her boyfriend a full unhindered view of her sopping wet cunt, clear little strings of her nectar already leaking between her legs.

She breathed out a heavy sigh, giving him one last pleading look.

"Please…"

And then Aphmau was pinned against the wall again, those hands she loved so greedily gripping the doughy smoothness of her ass. Once again her mouth was stuffed with his tongues, her squeals barreling down the man's throat. And in one thrust, he was inside of her, stealing her breath all in one go.

If the blowjob from the morning hadn't been proof enough, this insertion was more than enough to remind Aphmau of just how big Shoma was. Her inner flesh coiled around him tight, taut and stretched out with every forwards push of his hips. He grunted against her mouth as he pushed forward, deeper and deeper, deeper than Aphmau ever thought was possible. When he was hilted completely, he gave only a second's pause, languidly swirling his tongue with Aphmau's as his balls kissed the fold of her thighs.

Then, he pulled his hips back, dragging out the full length of his pulsing cock against the choking grip of Aphmau's walls. The sensation sent sparks of pure heat throughout Aphmau's core, and before Shoma could snap his hips back inside of her, she came, wrenching her lips free from his as she let out an unabashed squeal.

"KYYAAAAAAAHHHHH…!"

This time, Aphmau didn't just see spots; she saw stars.

Her legs immediately rocked around his waist, ankles locking tight as her toes curled in on themselves within her socks. With her breath still firmly lodged in her throat, Shoma kept going, shoving his girth inside of her again, grunting at how she clutched him with her inner muscle.

She came again, rasping out nonsensical words as he kept going, his hands now sliding over the smooth arc of her back, keeping her in place as his hips started to truly grind into her. In and out, in and out, Shoma rocked her body, his mouth locking down onto one of her breasts.

Too many sensations assailed Aphmau as he kept pistoning in and out of her, the pace going faster and faster to the point where she couldn't even think of anything other than cumming again and again for him. Her family, friends, and life were but a distant memory. Her eyelids fluttered as she continued getting pounded against the wall, the dull thud of her ass being slammed continuously behind her almost as loud as the squeals from her throat.

Faster and faster, Shoma kept going, groaning and grunting all the while. Soon the sounds of their sex was the loudest thing that Aphmau could hear, wet and lewd squelching intermittent with the fleshy slap of their skin.

"Nngh... You're really... Ugh! Fucking tight, Aphmau, " Shoma gasped. In her euphoric daze she could feel the sweat of his forehead start to splatter against her naked skin, his words blissfully condensating against her naked chest. "A lot tighter than before."

His compliments only fueled the fire raging across every nerve of her body, and Aphmau's legs drew him in tighter. She wanted him as deep as he could go, as hard as he could go.

Faster still, her boyfriend kept pounding her, the pace growing so erratic that Aphmau had to close her eyes and just let the overwhelming sensations take ahold of her.

"F-Fuck, I-" was the last thing he could muster before his growls turned into stuttering groans.

And with that, Aphmau's eyes shot open as she felt the prick inside her swell bigger as it rammed into her folds as deep as it could go. Then, her mind turned to mush at the sensation of heat shooting directly into her, thick shots that splattered against her inner baby pocket in a way that made the stars return in full force.

She loved the way Shoma fell apart, how his strong facade instantly crumbled with his overwhelming climax. She loved the way his cum started to pool inside her, his heat filling her in a way that made her feel better than all of her previous orgasms combined. She loved being fucked by him.

Shoma was panting now as his climax began to taper out, and he pulled back to give Aphmau's face a hungry look. She could feel his cum starting to spill out from her pussylips, thick wads of it faintly splattering onto the floor the instant his cock slipped out of her.

He was still hard. And one look at Aphmau's dark swirling eyes was enough for him to know that she still wanted more of him. Much more of him.

A minute later, and Aphmau was slammed on top of the dining room table. She didn't have time to reclaim her breath before she felt her boyfrined's meat stuff her cunt again, every inch of him making her back arc off the wood below her.

Shoma started splitting her open without warning, his pace already steady, hard, unrelenting. His arms gripped her thighs, keeping her spread nice and wide for his hips to piston into. In this position, Aphmau was more helpless than before, her arms limp beside her head as she continuously moaned out with intermittent squeals, her socked feet dangling aside his forearms.

Her plaid skirt was flipped up against her stomach now, giving Shoma a full view of her cunt eagerly sucking in the swollen girth of his shaft, cum scraped out in bubbling dollops with every hard smash of his hips. Her shirt was just as useless, wrinkled and growing increasingly-damp with Aphmau's sweat, her tits swaying like ripe fruit as he reamed her on the table they had eaten at less than an hour earlier.

Singular strands of her black hair stuck to the sticky skin of her forehead, her hazel eyes dark as she struggled to anchor herself down. The bliss coursing through her body was hotter than anything she'd ever felt, orgasms ripping through her skinny frame without warning, without stop.

Shoma was more than enjoying himself as he struggled to keep his climax at bay. His pace was more forceful than when he'd claimed her against the wall. The table began to creak with every forwards thrust of his hips, their skin smacking loud enough to overpower the incessant shrill squeals from Aphmau's throat.

He clenched his teeth, sweat coursing down his skin as he continued claiming the woman for all she was worth, watching as his cock and his cock alone turned her inside out. It was a fight to not cum with how tight she was, and he kept his gaze focused on her petite scrunched up face, on her small mouth moaning out indecipherable exclamations.

Harder and harder, Aphmau reamed, the fleshy slaps of their skin only growing louder and faster.

"You must have wanted to have been fucked for—Nngh! A while now, haven't you? Fingering yourself, imagining what it feels like to have my fat dick inside of you?" Shoma said, each of his words said through harsh growls.

Aphmau didn't need to say anything for him to know that he'd hit the nail on the head. Her matured body craved exactly everything he gave, her pussy wrapping and coiling tight around him, telling him that he was exactly what she had wanted.

His hips suddenly started going faster, his cock not even slipping out halfway before he started pushing it in again, deep and rapidfire as he grit his teeth. Aphmau came twice more before he finally pushed himself deep and came again, giving her a steaming creampie that left both of them breathless.

His spunk coated her womb again, overflowing and squelching out from her pussylips onto the table's edge. Their chests both collectively heaved, sweat glistening all over their skin as Shoma kept himself lodged deep inside of her, emptying his balls into her core.

Aphmau could feel the accumulated cum swirl deliciously inside of her. Absentmindedly, she brought a hand to her belly, feeling all of that spunk pool together in her depths, letting out a mewl as a torrent of it started to spill out the instant her boyfriend pulled himself out from her pulsing lower lips like a meaty cork.

He finally let go of her legs, letting Aphmau catch her breath on the table where she had all her meals, several of them with Shoma when she'd invite him over. Her legs dangled uselessly over the table's edge, hot nut slowly oozing out from her worn cunt like melted yogurt, pooling and spilling down onto the dining room floor in sticky white lines.

Aphmau panted, already feeling herself getting sore, but at the same time, feeling the heat still thrum under her skin. She brought her arm above her eyes, knowing that she was going to inevitably get fucked some more.

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Their bodies pressed together in a reinvigorated embrace, tongues messily entangling as they sucked the sugary residue out of each other's mouths. Aphmau's dainty fingers started to tug at his cock, feeling it effortlessly rise at full mast under her touch. At the same time, she felt his hands unclasp her skirt, ripping it off her body and throwing it aside, his fingers spreading out to palm each of her asscheeks.

Their mouths continued suckling in wet and hot smacks, spit foaming and trickling between their lips as their sweaty skin slid against each other in sensuous friction. They kept the kiss going even as Shoma maneuvered himself behind her, firmly grasping the damp and wrinkly fabric of her shirt, and pulling it off her body. Aphmau sucked in deep through her nostrils as she felt him press up against her, his cock wedged right in the middle of her perky peach butt. The firm muscle of his pecs pressed into her naked back as she reached an arm over her shoulder to coil it in his hair.

She was the first to part, her tongue slipping out from between his cheeks as his hands smoothed down her pale, unblemished skin, finding a hold on her hips. Her hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter as she bent over, jutting out her perky ass against Shoma's thighs as he languidly thrust his ever-hardening cock over the small of her back, leaning over and suckling on the base of her neck.

Aphmau sighed at the sensation as her lover buried his nose into the back of her black hair, feeling him breathe in her scent in deep wafts.

Within the next minute, she felt his hips pull back all the way, her neck bare from his tongue as he pulled back. Then, one thrust later and he shoved himself past her tight fleshy curtains once more, earning a gasp as they fell into a now-familiar rhythm.

Aphmau's eyes shut tight as the pleasure coursed through her once more. This new position was more invigorating than the ones before it, her knees trembling with every hard drive of Shoma's hips. She could feel him deeper than before, feel his cock spearing into her cunt in just the right angle to make her toes dig into the kitchen floor. Her grip on the kitchen counter turned white knuckle as he fell into a steady pace, her asscheeks clapping against his skin.

She groaned out louder and louder as the rutting continued. Her shudders grew as she felt Shoma's thumbs dig into the small dimples in the small of her back. She was hiccuping little squeals now, sweat splattering onto the counter, more strands of black matted to her forehead.

A squeal ripped from her throat as she suddenly felt a hot sting of pain on her left asscheek, sighing as the pain sizzled into a dull hum. Her boyfriend had just slapped her ass in the middle of his rough rutting. She looked over her shoulder, eyes at half mast. She let out another squeal as he smacked her again, and again, delivering each open handed blow with a hard drive deep at that angle that made her squirt quim all over the kitchen floor.

They continued to fuck, and Shoma continued to grow rougher. She could hear his ragged breathing, his low growls as he treated her like his personal toy and Aphmau's lust only mounted even further.

The sex was reaching that fever pace again, sweat flying between them as Shoma's hands clamped down onto her waist this time, her ass jiggling after every forwards buck of his hips into her delicate body.

"You're just unbelievably tight, Aphmau. I could just fuck you all day long."

"Isn't that—Ahh! Th-the plan?" Aphmau said without thinking.

Her quip only galvanized her boyfriend even further, and she suddenly felt a hand grasp the back of her head. She squealed as it shoved her forward onto the counter, pressing her cheek against it. She watched as her breaths condensated on the surface while her arms were brought behind her, grasped firmly by the wrists as the stranger used them as his reigns. The roughness set her alight, and she came.

"That's only if you can handle me, babe."

So Shoma doubled his pace, pulling at Aphmau's arms as he wildly bucked into her needy little cunt, grunting with every motion of his hips, every drive that echoed throughout Aphmau's entire body. Aphmau had no choice but to take it all, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her mind turned to mush, drool pooling out from her lips onto the kitchen counter as she let her body be used as Shoma's personal cumdump.

"Sh-Shit, yes, that's it! Harder, Shoma, harder!"

He didn't stop for a single moment, fucking her with every fiber of his strength. It all finally swirled into a fever pitch, and as Aphmau came for the umpteenth time, Shoma heaved his hips forwards and came undone, lodged far into her depths. His balls emptied hard and hot, spunk instantly starting to spurt out from between their legs and making a mess of the floor in stringy, sticky strands, staining their legs, soaking into their socks.

He kept grunting, kept pulling painfully at Aphmau's outstretched arms as he made sure she got every last drop of his baby batter. Eventually it all ended, and there wasn't anymore animalistic grunts, any loud clapping of skin, any desperate chokes of air. Just soft panting, and the soft pitter-patter of cum and quim on the kitchen floor.

Of course, Shoma was still hard, even after the third creampie inside of Aphmau's hot cunt. And he could have kept thrusting, if it weren't for Aphmau's protest when he started to rock his hips again.

"W-Wait, let's go to my room," she said between breaths. She turned around to look at her boyfriend, who gave her an inquisitive look that won out over his insatiable lust. "I wouldn't want to make too much of a mess."

A pause, then that smile spread on his lips.

"Ever the good girl, aren't you?"

Aphmau returned a tired grin of her own as she stepped forward, sliding off his cock and letting his combined loads stream down her smooth legs in thick rivulets.

"I'll let you test that theory when you're balls-deep inside of me again."

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The late afternoon sun cast its gleam on Aphmau's body as she bounced and bucked atop Shoma's rigid cock. She had her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she came around him, thighs wetly smashing against his, the springs of her bed crying out with every downwards throw of her weight. Shoma's hands roamed all over the front of her slick and naked skin, sweat making her paleness gleam under his greedy touch, her breasts bounding in tandem with her hips.

Sheets of her usually-neat bed were all damp now, rustled and crumpled, her comforter just thrown onto the floor. Both of their bodies were soaked in sweat, her hair a wild mess after so much rough fucking.

She'd lost count of how many loads she'd coaxed out of this man, how much cum he'd filled her belly with, pumped directly into her womb. All she knew was that another one was filling her up now as he let out his telltale grunts, and his hands greedily seized her breasts, suckling them.

Then, afterglow. Both of their bodies limp now as they shared breaths and long, weary looks. A minute passed before Aphmau unmounted herself, cum crisscrossing between her thighs like lewd gossamer. She crawled over Shoma's body, tucking a lock of black hair behind her ear before giving him a smile and a deep kiss.

Before long, her body was draped over his as they both just lay together, savoring the numbing feeling of adrenaline and primal lust easing out of their systems.

"You're...You're something else, babe. I haven't felt this worn-out in a while," Shoma said, a satisfied sigh brushing against her ear. "Can't imagine how pent-up you've been for you to fuck like this."

Aphmau giggled, a wistful sigh escaping from her own lips as she felt the flame in her belly finally begin to dissipate. She nestled deeper into Shoma's firm embrace, loving the feeling of his strong assertive hands on the skin of her back, glad that they were his.

"You're telling me."

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His hands and the way his mouth dominated hers was as gruff as his demeanor, the taut, packed lines of his muscles rippling in her hands as she lifted his shirt, breaking only a moment from his mouth to throw it aside. When their lips reconnected, his tongue impatiently shoved past her teeth, and Aphmau's own tongue eagerly made its acquaintance in hot, wet swirls, her lips sucking against his assault.

She squeaked when Shoma’s hand squeezed her through her jean shorts, prompting her to wrap one of her long legs around his waist, pulling him in, forcing him to rub that bulge against her crotch. He did so, but only after he unzipped his cargo shorts with one hand, prompting Aphmau to unbutton her short shorts moments before their undergarments roughly kissed once his hips shoved into hers. He kept a hand under her thigh, gripping the flesh as he began rolling into her, shoving her entire body up and down that wall like he was already inside her.

Both of them shared groans, some open mouthed with tongues entangled, most muffled with each other’s lips. He kept heaving in to her, sparking delicious and frustrating friction between the layers of fabric that kept his pulsing arousal from hers. Aphmau moaned out louder once the hand holding her up at her thigh shifted upwards, closer to her ass. Impatiently, her own hands grabbed his left, shoving it under her tank top onto her breast.

She squealed when that hand subsequently shoved aside the bra in its way, fingers digging into its skin as her nipple made friction of its own on his palm, twisting the nub. Her next moan met the air, Shoma’s tongue slipping out of her lips with a slurp. Strings of their oral union dribbled onto her chin, some landing onto her neck. A particularly hard thrust scraped his clothed dick in just the right way against her, and she whimpered a curse in Spanish.

She opened her eyes then, trying to focus on his face as he looked at her like she was a piece of ripe fruit, her body still rocking up and down with his huge erection giving her a taste of what was to come. He smiled at her then, breathing hot, heavy breaths onto her face.

“Did you miss me that much, babe?”

The question took her off-guard, what with the way his hand switched between her breasts in lavishing gropes, treating her pebbly pink nipples with rough and adoring pinches, and his other hand seemingly trying to dig its way through the denim of her short shorts.

“Yes,” she said, letting out another moan through a bitten lip.

“What'd you do without me?”

Unable to formulate an answer due to the way he accompanied the question with a finger wriggling at her ass, Aphmau merely nodded with a whimper. She was getting annoyed. Her eyes pointedly glared with frustration at his lips to express it.

“What did you do, babe?”

“Are you here to ask me questions or are you here to fuck my brains out?” Aphmau said, spitting out the words before resigning to an elongated groan.

She was a horny, wet mess, what with this bastard teasing her like this. He would usually try and rip her clothes off and just take her as soon as her pussy was in view, but today, he seemed to be more of a gentleman.

To hell with gentlemen; right now, she really needed him to be more of the horned-up surly type.

Shoma chuckled and said, “Point taken,” before once again closing the gap between their lips. That was more like it. Aphmau suckled and lashed out with her tongue again, feeling his own hot swirls. He slipped out of her mouth again, more saliva sloppily dripping between them. She gasped, her skin prickling at the feeling of his body against hers. He kissed her, fluttering wet heat to cover the goosebumps, to clean up the collecting beads of sweat.

A small jingle of buttons and a buckle hit the floor, Shoma successfully slipping out of his shorts completely, stepping out of it the moment it pooled around his ankles. With his hand firmly grasping her ass, he repositioned a bit, making sure every strike of his hips had his clothed cock rubbing the exposed “v” of her navy purple panties. He began to thrust in earnest, rocking Aphmaus's body even further, making her moan louder.

Air-conditioned air acquainted themselves to her breasts once he roughly bunched her bra and shirt above them, but their cold embrace melted as soon as his hand started groping again, as soon as his lips suckled on her teat. Aphmau brought her hand to the back of his head, bringing her other to her mouth, something for her teeth to bite, something for her moans to be hampered by since they were becoming incessantly rowdy.

She felt him all over her now as he groped and explored her in earnest. He slathered her tit with his tongue, that hungry mouth of his pressing against her skin, sniffing, biting, kissing its way up and down her neck. She grew to love the way his stubble dug into her soft skin, as much as she loved the way his hand manhandled her chest; she loved him.

Her lips puckered to nothingness once that very same hand grabbed the hand nestled there, pinning it above her head. The move was so swift and her mind was so clouded with how wet she was that she didn’t have time to question it, only groan out at the sensation of Shoma shoving his face into her exposed breasts once again. He sniffed greedily, lewdly exhaling breath into the sensitive region. Aphmau tried to say something to stop him, blushing furiously, but his tongue carpeted the nipples all the same, shining them with his drool as he kissed and opened his mouth wider, lapping at the skin over and over.

Eventually Aphmau shoved his face into her chest, letting them be lapped by him. The older man’s lips were upon it in seconds, and she gave in to the alien sensation, his tongue drawing circles and his teeth nibbling. Soon both of her breasts shone with a sheen of saliva, red with small bite marks.

Strands of her black hair stuck to her face now. She had worked up a considerable sweat, and he hadn’t even entered her, not even with a fin-

Her legs were suddenly dropped to the ground, and as if he read her mind, Shoma’s hand grabbed the denim of her frayed jean shorts, and pulled. Aphmau aided him with a little wiggling of her legs, letting the fabric finally reach the ground. She kicked it away, limply, squealing as those fat fingers of his started schlicking her, running over her slick and hot folds for but an instant before he was plunging inside, thumb rubbing against her clit.

She squealed again, pain flowering blissfully through her skin as he left her a hickey. Her hands found purchase on the muscle of his broad, hard shoulders. She realized exactly how wet she was as he kept shoving his fingers into her willing pussy, feeling the rivulets of her nectar streaming down her legs, dampening her panties.

It didn’t take long before she came, crumpling and tensing up as if being sucked inside of herself as her core rippled and convulsed along with her. She squirted out heat in sticky cloudy streams, cumming harder than she thought she would from a minute of rough fingerblasting. She panted, squealing against him, nuzzling her nose into his neck, breathing in his musk deep and biting into his impenetrable skin.

When it was all over, she realized he had taken his hand out from her panties. She looked up at him, gratefully kissing him back when his lips slipped wetly over hers. She felt the tease of a man slip his fingers into her panties again, but she pushed him back before he could do anything more.

She had had enough of his accommodating. She needed his cock.

Aphmau made that fact known by stepping forward, roughly kissing him on the lips, pushing in her tongue as her hand carelessly slipped past the band of his boxers, giving his engorged dick a few strokes, exhaling excitedly at the sheer size and girth of his experienced, mature little monster. Once she felt a spurt of his precum stain her hand, she stepped back.

Her eyes were the same dangerous ones she would give him, but they didn’t sparkle their usual hazel. They were as dark as they were needy, horny and almost black. She kicked off her boots, making a show of stepping back onto the room’s single bed draped in the usual purple sheets. Her arms crossed in front of her, grabbing her tank top, lifting it up and over her head, breasts giving a significant bounce before the fabric was tossed aside to the ground. They lifted again, giving him ample view of the supple, voluptuous breasts he loved so much, fingers deftly unclasping her frilly lavender bra. She tossed that carelessly away too, joining her denim shorts, her tank top. Finally, her thumbs clasped inside her panties, shoving them down over her long legs. She was naked now aside from the scrunchy that held her hair up, completely bare and ready for him to ravage her.

Shoma’s eyes hungrily drank her in, and she gleefully let every curve of hers glow bare for him in the dim lamplight. She smiled widely before giving him a bit of a show, biting her lip and running her hands from her neck, all the way down to her wet, shaved, eager pussy in a sultry little dance that had her waist swirling. Aphmau saw the effect it had on him as he slowly approached and she was absolutely in love with the way he looked at her, not as a figure or a role model or even a human, but a potential toy for him to fuck and pump his lust into. Quickly in the back of her mind she considered the fact that she would provoke him more often.

The line of thought fizzled out as it was replaced by the throbbing need for her to have sex, and soon her sluttish show ended with her crawling onto the bed. Her arousal dripped onto the sheets, staining them along her progress towards the pillows. She rolled onto her side then, looking like an utter minx, wide eyes burning into the older man coyly, her right hand gripping the sheets in anticipation as her left dug into the soft flesh of her asscheek, pulling at it as if it were a veil, accentuating the pink, swollen lips of her pussy that kept leaking, leaking, leaking her horniness all over thigh.

She knew the sight of a matured slut offering herself like that would crack just about anyone, and she wanted Shoma in particular to crack, to break, with the express intent to break and destroy her. And just for emphasis, her voice crackled in a deep, husky lust,

“I want you inside me, babe. No more games, I just want you to fuck me.”

Shoma smiled at that, casually shoving his boxers off his body to join her pile of discarded articles, smile broadening, almost smirking at the sight of engorged prick, long, throbbing, pointed slightly upwards with its shiny head dripping drops of anticipant precum.

She couldn’t keep her eyes away; the way that cock of his stood proudly, gleaming in all of its veiny, pulsing glory, she could only clench the sheets tighter, dig her fingers into her ass deeper, just thinking of how it would stretch her out.

The springs of the bed below squealed once Shoma followed Aphmau onto it, his knee making a large indent on the sheets. Aphmau breathed hard, biting her lip at the muscle he packed. Irene, he was a catch. And he was all hers. The moments it took for him to get to her as he crawled towards her sopping pussy like some sort of king predator made her wet, hotter than ever.

And to her gleeful surprise, he did exactly what she wanted once those calloused hands of his touched her skin: Aphmau could only gasp a long elated breath when he grabbed her ankle, propped her leg up against his chest, and with perfect aim, shoved his fat cock into the folds of her gaping pussy. She shuddered in pure bliss at how he stretched her, how every inch he pushed into her tightness seemed to fill her in places she didn’t even know existed. It didn’t take long until Shoma was fully sheathed, and not long until snapped his hips back and shoved himself in again.

And as he began cycling through the agelong routine, grunting at just how tightly she sucked him, he smiled again.

“You asked for this, babe.”

To Aphmau's shock, he suddenly started going at her, hard. Her entire frame rocked, and rocked. Both of her hands were now clutching the same spot on the sheets. There wasn’t time for her to really adjust fully before their skin began to slap audibly, skin kissing like clapping hands, reaching down her throat and ripping out her moans. The pace of his thrusting grew ever-faster once he got accustomed to how she clutched at him, how her pink fleshy walls seemed to grip him with no intent of letting him go.

“Irene, you really are beautiful,” the older man said, effort in every syllable as his thrusts kept trying to loosen her up.

He made several more comments about how tight she was, how her pussy needed a good fucking, how he was going to stretch it out before the night was over, until he slowly began to completely replace his words with primal grunts, and soon, he was fucking her, his engorged head scraping sparks of pleasure with every thrust. Aphmau looked at him with desperate eyes, urging him to go at her harder. But her pleas fell on deaf ears, for they were redundant; the way her body glowed a moist gold, beads of sweat beginning to accentuate her curves, smooth skin shuddering with every thrust were enough for him to begin pounding her without relent. Shoma himself began to sweat, his hungry cock plundering her tight body with no intent of stopping until he stuffed her, and stuffed her good.

His hands repositioned her, dragging her a bit as he brought her leg closer to him, her thigh pressing against his abdomen, her left calf dangling on his shoulder. With every drive of his hips, Aphmau's breasts started swaying in their own rhythm, luscious and firm tits suddenly turned into a blur. She came without her expecting it, squirting ropes of her quim onto the bedsheets, her snatch clutching at him tighter, trying to slow him. Fortunately for both of them, her body’s attempts had no effect on the older man, and he kept pounding her into the bed, harder, faster.

The skin on the bottom of her thigh clapped loudly against the firm muscle of his chest, slapping, slapping with every heave. There wasn’t any control in the way he dug into her, only lust and love, only a man trying to pleasure and love his girlfriend. She could only rock along for the ride as she tensed up, feeling her body betray her intent to enjoy this for as long as she can, and came again, more of her lust spilling from her folds, leaving her gasping, leaving her near-screaming as the older man kept fucking her on her side.

He suddenly began grunting furiously, bringing her body into his, clutching onto her raised leg tightly. He brought one of his hands to her swollen nub of a clit, and plucked, rubbed furiously, playing her entire vulnerable body as if she was his soft and fleshy double bass. It wouldn’t take long at all before she would cum again, squirting unabashedly, screaming breathless as her mind untangled and fell apart, just the way she loved it.

Then, she heard him groan, loud, shuddering, and gasped when she felt the monster inside her began to pulse, more engorged than it ever was while it was digging into her. Seconds later, she let out a whimper, eyes rolling in delirium at the sensation of heat splashing, shooting into her womb, stickiness coating her inner sanctum, spurting out back into her walls. That welcome sensation of being filled, creampied to the brim, numbed her from the nails that Shoma dug into her thigh, something she only noticed when the lazy rolling of his hips stopped, and his cum started lewdly spurting out from her pussy. To her surprise, there was so much of his hot cream that more spurted out in a small blossom of white, stray strands and dollops of spunk landing around the skin of her crotch.

Shoma set her down on her back, pulling out of her and letting more thick wads of his cum stumble out of her puffy pink folds, staining her ass in their hot viscidness. He was panting, sweat accentuating the muscles he had just strained to stuff Aphmau to the best of his ability.

Aphmau adjusted herself, breathing hard and catching her breath for the first time in several minutes as she looked at him with a teasing grin. The strands of her hair that weren’t done up in her ponytail lazily stuck to her shoulders with sweat. She was impressed as always; she didn’t know it was even possible to cum that much.

Aphmau was going to degrade him a bit more, her fingers ready to plunge into her cum-filled folds to get herself off a few more times before she would leave him here, sweaty and spent, but suddenly her elbows gave out, and she was staring at the ceiling, and her back was dragged across the dampening sheets. Before she could see what Shoma was doing, she could only squeal, feeling the cum lining her walls squelching, feeling her inner seams pushed out to almost tear.

The bastard was still hard as a rock, and with those strong arms, he had grabbed her waist with his arms beneath her legs, and slammed her onto his crotch.

He grinned at her again.

“Don't think I’m even close to being done showing you a good time.”

Aphmau looked at him with wild eyes, ready to retort but the next thing that passed through her lips was her tongue as she screamed while the older man started pounding into her again as if he hadn’t came at all.

She, on the other hand, came a few strokes in. The sensation of being dragged like a ragdoll, being forced to accomodate for a cock as large and as insatiable as his was invigorating, liberating in a way nothing else was. Her next orgasms came in a chain of release after release, stacking pleasure on top of mind-melting pleasure.

This was it. This was what she had craved, one of the reasons why she loved him. Here, with her heels pointed towards the ceiling and her older boyfriend pounding away at her with no modicum of moderation, Aphmau had no worries. All she needed to do was go along for the hard, rough ride.

Every time she opened her legs to him, sucked him off, allowed him to absolutely pound her, she craved more of it.

“Harder, babe, fuck me harder!!!” Aphmau squealed, reeling from having her nerves bundled up like twine and unraveled just as quickly with every consecutive drive of the man’s hips. “ Oh, please!!!”

She would yell out “Shoma!” or "Babe!" every single time her body began to convulse, shift in pure cathartic bliss. Her fingers were white-knuckle, gripping onto the sheets above her head as tight as they could lest she lost all sense of reality. The older man’s hands gripped just as tight, leaving thick red finger-sized marks on her hips, dragging her with his arms just as hard as his waist heaved and smacked into her with pure lust-driven fervor.

Most of her back didn’t even touch the bed at this point, her shoulders being the only anchor against the sheets as she pushed out her ribcage towards the ceiling, breasts swaying violently as she participated in the destruction of her snatch. She could feel Shoma's eyes burning into her body, hoping that she was beautiful enough for him, sexy enough for him. All she could focus on was milking him of his cum, clenching tight so he could never want to leave the hot embrace of her slutty little snatch.

Sweat streamed down her smooth, supple curves, as much as sweat ran down his taut muscle. Splatters of semen stained their conjoined areas, the previous load almost completely spilled out of her, but it was only a matter of time until it was replaced, preceded again with a shuddering groan and a loud curse.

The older man shoved his prick deep as he could, and ropes of his spunk spurted into her again in a thick load. Aphmau mewled, cumming at the sensation of him pumping his hot cream to fill her up, depositing the heat of his balls into her thirsty womb. She was most likely full at this point, and sure enough most of Shoma's load spurted out between them, thick strands of it spilling over her abdomen, painting the skin up to her belly button, globs bubbling out of her adding to the growing puddle of white goop below their bodies.

The load continued until Shoma finally let out one last grunt, spurting out one last rope of spunk before he panted over her. Letting go of Aphmau's legs, letting them splay to their sides as more and more whiteness bubbled out between them onto the bed, he leaned forward, encaging her with her arms. His head was directly above her heaving breasts, watching in aroused fascination at the way his sweat splattered onto her nipples, watching intently at her sweat pooling between her tits, streaming down the sides of her body in clear, salty rivulets.

Then, he shuffled up a bit until he was above her face. Aphmau was a mess, a beautiful hot mess, blushing with her dark eyes, hazel beneath her partially-closed eyelids, black sticking to her forehead, more of her hair poking out in frayed strands. Her lips beckoned for his, but he wouldn’t entertain her until she caught her breath. He watched her like this, feeling himself swell inside her, enjoyed seeing her mewl and softly whimper.

“You still up for more, babe?”

“Yes, please, Shoma, yes… ” Aphmau said, immediately in a desperate whisper.

It was exactly what he wanted to hear, and, with his cock never leaving the snug pocket of her moistness, he leaned in, finally kissing her puckered mouth, his arms encircling her back. In one strong heave, he lifted her, letting her legs lock into place around his waist, sliding her effortlessly onto his rock-hard erection as they made out, passionately swapping dribble with increased passionate fervor.

They embraced in each other, with her sitting atop his cock, content on her fleshy throne as her boyfriend ran his hands all around her bare, vulnerable skin. She pressed her front against him as tight as she could, pillowing her soft breasts against his hard chest, smearing her perspiration to mingle with his. She kissed him hard, suckling on his tongue as if it were oxygen, breaking their liplock to breathe in actual oxygen with their tongues still entwined, swirling greedily, hungrily.

Her hips spun in sultry little circles, stimulating his hardness in soft squishing of her inner walls. Eventually, the movements merely made their desire rekindle to a collective flame, and Shoma’s lips drew back from hers, kissing down her chin to her neck. Greedily he started biting, his hands just as greedily wiping down the skin of her back, fingers clutching the full cheeks of her ass.

Aphmau encouraged him, grinding against him, feeling him grow harder, readier by the second. Soon her hips were rolling in a sensuous swirl and before she knew it they were at it again, her snatch consistently sucking him in with small thrusts, his hands firmly gripping and bringing her into him. The sex continued at a more leisurely pace, the pair content to explore each other’s bodies, pressed up all wet and hot together. Shoma kept kissing her skin, making Aphmau mewl every time he intentionally scraped the scratchiness of his stubble against her. His lips made reacquaintance with her breasts. He sucked on them, nibbling in a way that made her hips roll onto his cock a little faster. It was only a matter of time before their lips rejoined, wetly conjoining and locking in delicious smacks of air, more rivulets of saliva down their cheeks, their chins.

The lust was fully rekindled now, and before long, Aphmau was pounding down onto the older man’s lap, smacking her flesh against his, tits bouncing between them. Shoma kept her face against his. Their heads shifted with every wanton kiss, every lock and slick slide of their tongue, breath making love in their conjoined cheeks.

Aphmau came. It was as sudden as before when he was railing her, but even now as she fucked him at her own pace, that engorged cock of his managed to bring her over the edge without even a warning.

“Shoma…” she said, voice between a hiss and a whimper, cumming hard around his cock, expunging more quim all over his abdomen. Her hip rolls became slow, juttering twitches as the orgasm elongated, making her tremble and quake at their mercy. Her body melted under the bliss, drowning as the waves of the climax crashed against her like her soft, supple body crashed against the firm firmament of his muscle.

She was putty in his hands. And he knew it, for as she was still hiccuping curses and moans, the sight galvanized his own hands, his cock still far from satiated. Those hiccups turned to yelps as he grabbed her by the waist, effortlessly lifting her up and dropping her, now making sure she was fucking him at his pace. Within a minute she was slapping against him, she was cumming against him, clutching his moist skin with her nails, clutching his pistoning erection with her snatch.

Faster, faster, he lifted and dropped her. He seized her mouth with his, sucking on her tongue as hard as he had sucked on her nipples. His kisses were less kisses than they were a devouring of her pretty, young mouth, his tongue unceremoniously swooping into the wet pink cavern between her cheeks, stifling her shameless squeals, her every moan. His hand grabbed her hair impatiently, trying to bring her closer, undoing the ponytail that had bobbed with her breasts, throwing aside the drenched scrunchy.

She would cum again and again, and he followed, spilling himself into her even if all of his cum spilled back out, squirting white between them, more of his seed coating her walls, squeezed between his veiny lust and her asphyxiating pussy. Aphmau didn’t say anything. She didn’t have anything to say as he wordlessly turned her body around, swiveling her like a toy on a spindle, before he took her legs and raised them, stretching her out nice and wide as he continued fucking her, sliding her smooth back against the hair on his chest. He buried himself in the damp black of her hair, breathing in the scent of this slutty girl deeply and eagerly, all while his teeth left marks of lust on her shoulders, his tongue catching streams of sweat that scampered behind that hair.

She was putty in his hands. And she loved every goddamned second of it. In her new position, she couldn’t do anything other than enjoy the ride, raising her hands behind her to latch onto his hair. She pulled harshly once her body began to help in her fucking, bouncing up and down, smacking, clapping skin against skin. Cumming and cumming hard.

“Fuck, oh f-fuck!!!” Aphmau squealed with reckless abandon, seeing herself squirt streams of viscous white, staining the lavender sheets all the way to the pillows and the headboard. With her hair loose from their restraint, it swayed and rocked just as messily, as unbound as her body did.

She was moaning louder and more wantonly than she ever had, rubbing her clit and cumming, cumming, cumming again, her entire body quaking and bounding against Shoma's hard muscle as he fucked her senseless. Beads of sweat rolled down in streams, splattering into the humid air of the room, her neck almost as wet as her inner thighs. It took another look at her connection with this man, at watching her waxed and horny wet snatch swallowing, sucking in this older man’s engorged prick, streams of bubbling spunk scraped out with every hard relentless thrust before Aphmau realized it: she was addicted to him.

Her hand grabbed the back of Shoma's head, gripping hard in his hair to pull his mouth away from her neck, guiding it to her tongue. She sucked on the taste of his mouth like it was hard candy, uncaring of how many strings of saliva fell between their chins. This was the feeling she loved, the feeling she craved from her saccharine, vanilla, innocent life.

At this point, as the springs of the mattress cried out almost as loudly as she did while Shoma spread her legs wider, clutching her thighs at the junction of his elbows, hugging her to his chest as he thrust, thrust into her while grunting into the back of her sweaty neck with his tongue lavishing her salty skin. She would have to find more ways to flimsily justify how much of a slut she was, how much she just wanted to get absolutely plowed by him.

She was addicted, and there was no getting around it. Her thighs were slapping against the older man’s lap harder now, thick goopy strands of cum webbing between their skin, spluttering all over the sheets as Aphmau started being demolished in earnest; he was going to cum again, she could feel his cock throbbing, swallowing all of his groans, and she couldn’t wait until she felt that sensation of gooey heat inside of her again.

Aphmau wasn’t pretending to be a slut for some mindless sex: she was a slut who lived those for those nights of mindless sex with her lover.

It was a precious few hours out of her life where all that mattered was how goddamn good it felt to have her insides pummeled, filled with endless amounts of seed barreling into her womb, having so many loads that she could almost feel her inner sanctum swelling, that fat cock of her boyfriend stirring around the mixed loads like it was fucking womb soup. Nothing in her brain needed to flex or work, the only flexing needed was in the muscles of her body milking this older man of his spunk.

“I-I love your cock, Shoma,” Aphmau said, not thinking as the words slipped out as sloppily as how her tongue limply flopped about with every bounce of her body.

“What was that?” the older man said, panting in between his words. He was probably putting in as much effort into fucking her as he did laying brick, and she loved that thought. “Say it louder so I can hear you, babe.”

Aphmau came immediately from him calling her that, her body coiling and crackling like a live wire. She was losing it. Her sanity, her mind, any semblance of anything that cared about anything other than cumming and being filled by Shoma's semen.

“I-I love your cock!!! ” she said in a whine, enunciating it loud and clear for him as another orgasm shredded mercilessly through her nerves.

“One more time, babe. Let me hear it one more time.”

“I LOVE... I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE YOUR COCK!!!” she practically screamed, cumming again while doing so, more squirts of quim shooting in spectacular sticky arcs, puddling and latching onto sheets, one shot even sticking onto the headboard.

That was exactly what the older man had wanted, and he thrust up into her, digging his prick as hard as he could go, as fast as he could go, finally releasing the tension of his balls and cream-pieing her for the umpteenth time that night. His white baby batter spurted out in lewd squirting sputters, all over his crotch, all over his tanned thighs, but he kept thrusting, kept filling Aphmau up, trying to plug her snatch so no more strings or drops of his spunk spilled out than necessary.

With a malicious grin he threw her onto her face, seeing her fingers instinctively clutch the damp sheets and he began to pound her, really pound her. She was limp, screaming “SHOMA, SHOMA!!!” like the slut she was as his hands dug, dug, dug into her sides. He reveled at the sight of her body like this, ass up in the air, his spunk utterly gushing out of her folds with every thrust, spattering between them, her bare skin all wet and hot.

Her snatch still felt impossibly tight, and he loved every fucking second as much as she did. Her bubble butt deliciously jiggled with every hard drive of his hips, and he began to use all the strength he had. There wasn’t any need to hold back at this point; it was evident all the girl wanted was cock, and all he wanted to do was fill her with it. So that’s what he did.

The older man plowed the girl harder than he ever did that night, their flesh smashing in sweaty, cum-soaked slaps. Aphmau screamed and yelled only for more of his cock, more of his spunk, and he just kept railing her, ramming into that young virile body of hers so hard that the fitted sheets broke loose from the bed, and every subsequent drive of his hips scooting them forward, dragging all the sheets with them.

He would cum, and keep pounding her. The syrupy white sprayed between their crotches, bubbling and spewing all over Aphmau's ass, puddling between her asscheeks, streaming down her back. But Shoma kept going, kept splitting her apart, sawing vigorously into her pinkness making her body writhe and tighten and convulse with orgasm after orgasm, fucking her for all that she was worth.

He didn’t change his position, didn’t change his pace other than to go faster. He had lost count of how many times his balls had burst his white viscidness into her, shooting it all for it to spurt out, coating her back in more strings, in more pools of pearly white spunk, but Aphmau had also lost count of how many times she had squirted her quim and quivered into pure orgasmic delirium.

Whatever elements of pain were added into the mix, like his nails digging into the meat of her curves or calloused hand coming down onto her shapely rump in hard merciless slaps, were all turned into singing brands of pleasure. It kept Aphmau conscious, kept her from completely going under in the ripcurrent of carnal euphoria that clutched and clawed at her psyche.

Two beasts in heat, they kept fucking, pushed over the edge in an unending chain of nerve-burning bliss. Their bodies kept pushing inch by inch, the sheer strength in each of the older man’s thrusts into her ass shoving them forward, closer and closer to the head of the bed. Aphmau's breathless screams were almost drowned out by the clapping of her ass into his crotch.

Shoma could never get tired of Aphmau's body, how it felt around him, how it looked; by the time he had pushed them to the pillows of the bed, rocking the springs for all they were worth, Aphmau was a convulsing, squirming mess, completely soaked now in the perspiration of her efforts, hips desperately trying to match his pace, patches of her skin bright red with his handprints, dark strands of her sodden hair sticking onto her skin while her breasts shook and bounced, the rest of her back glistening with viscid globules of cum that jittered, swirled, and vellicated with every plunge of the man’s cock-she was a volatile work of art in motion, and he could have watched her under him all night long.

Then, taking a moment's reprieve from his cycling thrusts, her fingers grabbed the headboard to brace herself, Aphmau looked back, one of her eyes visible over her shoulder. They met gazes...and her hips wiggled, swirling a bit against his cock. With that, Shoma grinned and with one more hard smack on her right ass cheek, immediately resumed his pounding and plundering of Aphmau's deepest depths. He growled, heaving now with all of his weight put into every drive. He spent the very last smidgens of his fading stamina, burning it all in a clamoring run to reach his climax.

Finally, with Aphmau's tongue slathering the wood of the room’s headboard as a rhythmic banging of the bedframe smashing into the wall echoed and echoed, the older man cursed loudly, cumming one last time into her pussy as his muscles, aching now from treating this girl to the best fucking of her life, began to limpen with creamy discharge through his urethra. Most of that hot yogurty spunk spewing all over Aphmau's lower back, dribbling down her sides onto the pillows and the sheets. Hot ropes of his gooey lust stuck to her skin like icing.

With that, he pulled out of her, the air now pungent with the heavy aroma of sweat, of semen, of sex. His cock softened and satiated for now, Shoma took deep breaths, panting to catch his breath back, Aphmau in no better state, rolling onto her back beside him, staring at the ceiling as she recovered from the best sex she had yet.

Sure, she had experienced sex like that with Shoma a lot but still…she looked over at her boyfriend, feeling how sore she was all over, still shaking and a bit jittery from all of those chained, nonstop orgasms...still, it was objective truth that this man had just fucked her absolutely silly.

Absentmindedly, her fingers wisped over her taut stomach. She wondered how much spunk swirled in her womb now, reveling in how filled she felt. Her eyes drifted to her pussy lips, almost red with the abuse this man had driven into her, how they incessantly leaked thick, syrupy dollops of cum onto the bed, the puddle growing ever-larger as she lay there, legs still spread.

Shoma was still panting beside her, looking just as disheveled. Wads of quim mixed with the cum of his numerous loads stickily clung to his thighs and his stomach, not to mention the mess of his crotch. He looked at her, grinning sincerely.

A few minutes passed. There was only the sound of their breathing, their labored efforts to normalize their pulses. There wasn’t anything else to say, anyway; all that needed to be said was painted in their collective products of lust that stained their skin.

But once their breathing grew a bit more normal, and the sweat on their skin dried a bit to the point where hair stuck contentedly to skin, and the air conditioning actually felt cool instead of warm, the older man broke the silence.

“Say, babe?”

Aphmau raised her brow, probably the most she could muster in her state.

The older man scooted closer next to her. She felt his body heat, cringing at the thought that maybe he was going to get hard again, pumping into her when she was barely clinging to consciousness. That thought melted away when his fingers started gently massaging her folds, scooping up dollops of semen and softly depositing them inside of her, the sensation of his large fingers cycling through the process enough to make her mewl.

“Do you...are you busy tomorrow?"

Aphmau thought of how with all of the sex she had just endured, the older man hadn’t even touched that puckered little entry of her with his tongue, how she hadn’t even had a taste of his large, throbbing mature cock between her lips...

“I’m free if you are, Shoma.”

The older man smiled, and slipped his arm beneath her, effortlessly scooping her entire sweaty frame into his. His other hand kept softly easing his loads back into her sopping moistness, and Aphmau sighed contentedly into his chest.

“Glad to hear it, Aph.”

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Aphmau drifted off to sleep in the hot, wet embrace of her boyfriend who had given her more orgasms than ever before.

Aphmau's mind flashed again to just how hard his hands squeezed into her, how his lips fluttered against her throat when she would moan into the ceiling... She loved it.

And with that, Aphmau succumbed to the heavy drapes of slumber, eager to see what Shoma had in store tomorrow, heart full with the love and passion he showed her.