Before I had even softened inside her, Kotoha clenched her ass. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, a lewd, determined smile on her sweat-sheened face.

“My turn. I want to be on top.”

Gently, she guided me onto my back and straddled my hips. At first, she was clumsy, struggling to find the angle to take me back into her well-stretched ass. After a few awkward bounces, she shifted, planting her feet firmly on the futon in a deep squat.

The change was instantaneous. Her powerful track-honed thighs took over. Using the copious mix of our fluids as perfect lubrication, she began to move.

She rose and fell with shocking speed and force, slamming herself down onto me with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed in the room. Each descent buried me to the hilt in her tight, gripping heat.

Pa!

Pa!

Pa!

“Ah! Ah! Yes! This is it!” she chanted, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing wildly with the frantic pace she set. Her inner muscles clenched in time with her pistoning hips, milking me relentlessly.

“S-See? I can… nngh!… take you so fast like this…! Feels amazing…!”

Her powerful, squatting rhythm was relentless, a piston-like motion that drove me deeper with every earth-shattering drop of her hips. The wet, slapping sounds of our union were obscenely loud, a testament to her savage pace.

"I'm close, Kotoha...!" My hands gripped her thighs as my climax approached.

"♡Me too...! Cum with me, Souta-kun... fill me up again...!♡"

“I love you, Kotoha!”

“Souta-kun..! I love you! I love you! I love you!”

Her words tipped me over the edge. With a shiver, I came, pumping my release deep inside her clenching passage. But Kotoha didn't stop.

Not even for a second.

Even as my body shuddered through the pulses, she kept riding me, squeezing and milking every last drop. Her movements slowed but didn't cease, a continuous, sensual roll of her hips. She leaned forward, her sweat-damp body pressing against mine, and cradled my face in her hands.

She kissed me softly, then peppered my cheeks and forehead with tender kisses, her eyes full of adoration.

"You feel so good inside me, I can’t stop," she whispered, still moving, her inner walls fluttering around my softening length. "Don't go soft yet... stay with me..."

Her loving caresses and the constant, gentle friction worked like magic. Even as the aftershocks faded, I felt myself hardening, thickening within her once more, responding to her insatiable need and tender affection.

A loving smile lit up Kotoha's face as she felt me harden again within her. "You can keep going...! I knew you could...! Do I turn you on that much..? Hehe~"

Her pace, which had never truly stopped, began to quicken once more. She rode me with renewed fervor, her powerful thighs driving her up and down my length. The slick mixture of our previous releases made every movement smooth and wet.

The mixture of our juices frothed around the entrance of her ass from her relentless pistoning.

"♡I'm so happy...! So happy Souta-kun is mine...!♡" she moaned between gasps, her eyes locked on mine, shining with tears of joy and overwhelming sensation. Her hands braced on my chest, her nails digging in slightly.

"Ah! Ah! I'm—! I'm gonna—! Hold me..! Hold me, Souta-kun..!"

Her body trembled. A fresh, hot gush erupted from her pussy, soaking both of us as she squirted for the second time, her climax triggered purely by the relentless anal stimulation and her own euphoria. She collapsed forward onto my chest, shuddering and breathless.

Kotoha lay panting on my chest for only a minute before she lifted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Souta-kun... can you... keep going?"

“Is it my turn?”

“Hehe~ Yeah..!♡”

I gently rolled her off me and onto her hands and knees. "Let me show you a different way."

I guided her hips up, arching her back until her perfect ass was presented high in the air, her slick, well-used holes on full display. I knelt behind her, running a hand possessively over the curve of her cheek.

"Like this." I said.

Before she could reply, I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed back inside her tight heat in one smooth, deep thrust. The angle was deeper, more direct.

"Ah! So deep—!" She shivered out, her arms buckling for a second before she caught herself.

I didn't give her time to adjust. I set a brutal, pounding pace from the start, my hips slamming into hers with enough force to drive her forward with each impact. My hands gripped her waist, holding her steady as I fucked her with all my might.

At this moment, I could only see her. The wet slap of skin, her sweet, melodic moans, my own grunts. Her breasts swung wildly beneath her with every drive.

"You... you're hitting so deep...! It's too much...! Nngh! Right there...! Don't stop...!♡♡♡" she begged, her words dissolving into incoherent moans.

My thrusts became piston-like, a relentless machine driving into her yielding flesh. The lewd, squelching symphony of our joining filled the room.

Pa!

Pa!

Pa!

"Look at how your ass swallows my cock. See how it disappears inside you?"

She managed to move her head to watch where we were joined. Her pink, stretched ring was pulled taut around my thick shaft with every inward plunge, glistening with our mixed fluids.

"Ah! I see it...! It's going so deep...! You're splitting me open...!"

I reached around her hip, my fingers finding her swollen, dripping clit. I rubbed it in rough, frantic circles in time with my thrusts.

The dual assault finished her.

"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK IN MY ASS—!"

Her scream shattered into a wordless wail as her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on me in a vicious, milking rhythm. A fresh flood of her release gushed from her pussy, soaking my hand and dripping down her thighs.

The feeling of her climaxing around my dick buried in her ass milked me. With a final, brutal slam, I emptied myself deep inside her bowels, my release hot and endless as I painted her insides.

In the silence that followed, Kotoha moved first. With a soft, contented sigh, she wriggled around until her back was pressed against my chest, fitting herself into the curve of my body like a missing puzzle piece.

Her hand, however, drifted lower. I felt her fingers trace a slow, curious path between her cheeks, where my release was already beginning to seep out. A soft, fascinated hum vibrated in her throat.

"It's so warm... Souta-kun. You came so much." Her fingers gathered the thick, white fluid as it trickled out, then she brought them up to her face in the dim light. She stared at the glistening semen on her fingertips for a long moment.

Then, with a shy but deliberate glance back at me over her shoulder, she brought her fingers to her lips and slowly, thoroughly, licked them clean.

"Hehe... tastes like Souta-kun," she whispered, snuggling deeper against me, a lewd, utterly satisfied smile on her face.

“Dirty girl.”

“You were the one who made me like this, Souta-kun. You liked it, didn’t you?”

“…Yeah.”

“Is that so? Hehe~”

Kotoha shifted, a playful glint in her eyes. "Let me clean you up, Souta-kun."

I guided her. "Straddle my face while you do it."

Her eyes widened for a second before filling with understanding. "Okay..."

She moved with a new, confident grace, swinging one leg over my head until she was kneeling over my face, her dripping, well-used pussy and her slick, gaping asshole positioned directly above me.

The view was obscenely beautiful. Her pink, swollen folds, the glistening evidence of our passion, and the loose, twitching ring of her anus, still leaking my cum.

From below, I watched as she bent forward, her mouth finding my softening cock. She began to lick and suck me clean with tender, thorough strokes, her tongue swirling over every inch.

My own hands came up to grip her hips, holding her in place as I tilted my head up and pressed my mouth against her dripping slit, licking upward to taste her. She moaned around my length, the vibration shooting straight through me, as we cleaned each other in the most intimate, filthy way.

“Souta-kun… I love you…” Kotoha’s cleaning gradually slowed, her licks becoming lazy and sleepy until her head finally rested on my stomach, her breathing deepening into the soft, even rhythm of sleep. A strand of saliva still connected her lips to my now-clean skin.

Carefully, I removed myself from beneath her, letting her curl into the warmth of the futon. I fetched a warm, damp towel from the bathroom.

Returning, I knelt beside her sleeping form. In the quiet moonlight filtering through the window, she looked peaceful and innocent, a stark contrast to the lewd woman she had been just moments before. Gently, I began to wipe her skin, starting with her face, moving down her neck, over her breasts and stomach. I was especially tender between her thighs, cleaning away every trace of our intense union, patting her dry with a soft part of the towel. I did the same for her backside, wiping carefully until she was clean.

Once finished, I draped a light blanket over her and lay down beside her, pulling her back into the circle of my arms. She sighed in her sleep, nuzzling closer.