CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54 : INSIDE HER PUSSY

Haruto rose slowly from his knees, his chin and lips slick and shining with Aira’s arousal, strands of her wetness still clinging to the stubble along his jaw. His cock stood rigid, flushed dark red, veins pulsing along the shaft, the swollen head glistening with precum that dripped in a slow, clear thread to the floor. Aira’s eyes locked on it, wide and glassy, her chest heaving as she leaned back on the bed, thighs parted, the soaked black curls of her pussy matted flat against her swollen lips.

He stepped between her legs, one hand guiding his cock, the other gripping her hip. The blunt head nudged her entrance, parting the drenched hair, smearing her sticky wetness along his tip. Aira’s breath hitched; her virgin pussy clenched instinctively, the tight ring of muscle resisting for a heartbeat. But she was soaked—her arousal coated everything, thick and slippery, dripping down to her asshole. Haruto pressed forward, slow and steady. The head breached her, stretching the untouched opening with a slick, wet pop. Aira gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, her hymen giving way with a sharp sting that melted into heat as his shaft slid deeper.

Inch by inch, he sank in. Her walls gripped him like a fist, velvet-soft but impossibly tight, fluttering around his length. The slickness eased the way; her juices squelched audibly with every push, coating his cock in a glossy sheen. Halfway in, he paused, letting her adjust, feeling her pulse throb around him. Then he thrust again, bottoming out in one smooth glide, his balls pressing flush against her soaked perineum, the coarse hair at his base tangling with hers. Aira cried out, a raw, broken sound, her virginity gone in that single, wet thrust.

Haruto’s hips snapped back, dragging his cock out until only the flared head remained inside her, stretching her virgin-tight entrance into a glistening pink ring. Her inner walls clung to him, sucking greedily, a thick coat of her creamy arousal smeared along his shaft, stringing out in sticky webs that snapped and splattered onto her matted pubic hair. He slammed back in, balls slapping wetly against her soaked skin, the impact forcing a fresh gush of her juices to squirt around his base, soaking the coarse curls into dark, dripping ropes.

Aira’s back arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream, her small tits jiggling with every brutal thrust. Her pussy made obscene, sloppy sounds—wet squelches and sharp slaps—as Haruto pounded into her, the tight channel stretching around his girth, the ridged veins on his cock scraping her sensitive walls. Each withdrawal pulled her pink inner lips outward, clinging to his shaft like a sleeve, before he rammed back in, bottoming out so hard his pubic bone ground against her clit, mashing the swollen nub into the drenched bush.

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, slick with sweat and her own fluids; rivulets of arousal ran down her ass crack, pooling beneath her on the sheets. Haruto’s fingers dug into her hips, bruising the soft flesh, yanking her onto his cock with every thrust. The room filled with the raw stink of sex—her tangy musk, his sweat, the sharp scent of her broken hymen mixing with the thick cream now frothing at the base of his shaft, coating his balls in a sticky glaze that dripped in heavy strands onto the bed.

Haruto’s thrusts grew erratic, hips pistoning with raw, animal urgency, his balls tightening as they slapped wetly against Aira’s soaked skin. Her pussy clenched around him in rhythmic spasms, the slick walls milking his cock, frothy cream bubbling at the base with every plunge, streaking his shaft in glossy white. Aira’s moans turned to desperate whimpers, her nails raking red lines down his back, thighs quivering as her own climax teetered on the edge.

He felt the surge building, a hot coil in his groin snapping loose. With a guttural groan, Haruto yanked his cock free, the sudden exit making a loud, wet pop as her tight pussy gaped briefly, pink and glistening, before closing with a shudder. His hand gripped his slick shaft, pumping once, twice—then he erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot out, the first jet splattering across her matted pubic hair, coating the black curls in heavy, pearly strands that clung like glue. The second hit her swollen clit, dripping down the slit, mixing with her juices in a sticky mess. More spurted, hot and viscous, pooling in the dense bush, some dripping in slow globs onto her inner thighs, others hanging in creamy webs between the soaked hairs.

Aira panted, chest heaving, her hairy pussy now a glistening wreck—drenched in her own arousal, streaked with his cum, the coarse curls matted into dark, sticky clumps that shimmered under the lamp’s glow. Haruto’s cock twitched in his hand, a final bead of semen oozing from the tip, falling to join the mess on her skin.

Aira pushed herself up from the bed, thighs trembling, the sticky mess of Haruto’s cum and her own juices still dripping from her hairy pussy in slow, pearly strands that clung to the matted curls and slid down her inner thighs. She stood on shaky legs, the air cool against her flushed skin, her small breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths. Her eyes locked on Haruto’s cock—still half-hard, slick with her cream and his own release, the shaft glistening under the dim lamp, veins pulsing faintly.

She stepped forward, bare feet sticking slightly to the floor where their fluids had dripped. Her small hand reached out, fingers wrapping around his shaft with a firm, possessive grip. The skin was hot, slippery, coated in the frothy mix of their sex; her palm slid easily along the length, gathering the sticky glaze, the texture slick and tacky under her fingers. Haruto groaned, hips twitching as she squeezed, her thumb smearing the residual cum across the sensitive head, coaxing a fresh bead of precum that oozed out and clung to her skin.

Aira sank to her knees, the movement making the cum on her pussy shift, a thick glob sliding free and splattering onto the floor between them. She pulled him closer by his cock, guiding him until the slick tip brushed her lips, leaving a wet streak across her chin. Her tongue darted out, tasting the salty mix of their fluids, before she opened her mouth wide, ready to take him in.

Aira’s lips sealed around the swollen head of Haruto’s cock, the slick skin sliding past her teeth with a wet, sucking sound. Her tongue flattened against the underside, dragging upward along the throbbing vein, lapping at the thick layer of their mixed fluids—her creamy arousal, his earlier cum—coating every inch in a glossy, salty sheen. She pushed forward, taking him deeper; the shaft stretched her lips wide, the corners of her mouth glistening with spit as she bobbed slowly, cheeks hollowing with suction.

Her hand pumped the base in tight, twisting strokes, fingers slippery with the frothy mess, squelching softly with each twist. Haruto’s hips jerked; he groaned, fingers threading into her dark hair, guiding her rhythm. Aira’s tongue swirled around the head on every upstroke, flicking the sensitive slit, drawing out fresh precum that mixed with the sticky residue and dribbled down her chin in thin, clear strands. She took him to the back of her throat, gagging softly, the constriction milking him as saliva flooded her mouth, spilling over her lips and dripping onto her small tits in warm rivulets.

The room filled with wet, obscene noises: slurps, gurgles, the slick slide of her hand. Her free hand cupped his balls, heavy and tight, rolling them gently, feeling them draw up as his thighs tensed. She hummed around him, the vibration buzzing through his shaft, her nose brushing the coarse hair at his base, inhaling the raw scent of their sex. Spit and precum frothed at her lips, bubbling with every thrust into her mouth, coating her chin in a shiny mess.

Haruto’s grip tightened in Aira’s hair, his hips stuttering as the pressure coiled unbearably low in his gut. Aira sensed it, felt the shaft swell against her tongue, and pulled back with a wet pop, lips glossy and swollen, a thick strand of spit-cum mix stretching from her mouth to his cockhead before snapping. She pumped him hard with both hands now, slick fists twisting in rapid, slippery strokes, the frothy mess squelching loudly between her fingers.

"On my face," she gasped, voice hoarse, tilting her head back, mouth open, tongue out like a landing strip.

Haruto groaned, a raw, guttural sound. His cock jerked once, twice, then erupted. The first rope shot thick and hot, splattering across her forehead in a heavy, pearly stripe that clung to her skin and dripped slowly toward her eyebrow. The second hit her cheek, coating it in a sticky glaze that slid down to the corner of her mouth. More spurted, one jet landing square on her tongue, salty and thick; another streaking across her nose, pooling in the dip above her lip. The final pulses oozed over her pumping fingers, dripping in slow globs onto her chin, hanging in creamy webs that stretched and broke as she licked her lips.

Aira’s face glistened under the lamp, cum streaking her skin in messy, glistening ropes, some already sliding down her neck toward her collarbone. She smiled, breathless, and dragged a finger through the mess on her cheek, pushing it into her mouth with a soft, satisfied moan.