Testing the Waters*

Takashi didn't stop sucking her nipple, his tongue swirling and teasing, while his left hand continued kneading her other breast.

Akemi exhaled deeply at the warm, wet feeling of his mouth, and bit her lip to stop herself from moaning."Mmm~," she breathed, biting her lip, trying to keep it down.

Like, seriously? She was in bed with her daughter's friend.

Talk about awkward.

But, yeah, no way she was stopping him.

The feel of his lips, teeth, tongue, and saliva was pure pleasure, so intense that her pajama bottoms became increasingly damp. "Oh, come on," she muttered under her breath with her left conscious, a mix of frustration and arousal. She couldn't believe how skilled Takashi was, especially for his age. Where did he learn all this?

As she began to take deep breaths again, Takashi looked up at her. Although it had been years, his touch was as precise and electrifying as ever.

With a smirk, he released her left nipple with a soft pop, shifting his attention to her right one, while his right hand took on a new assignment, moving to her damp pajamas. "Someone's excited," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. While his mouth ensured her right breast received the same attention as he gave the left one.

After roaming over her stomach for a while, his hand finally reached lower, but instead of slipping beneath the fabric, he settled between her thighs, directly over the source of the dampness that had soaked her pajamas, separated by a thin barrier. "Just testing the waters," he chuckled.

Just a single tracing of a vertical line caused her to moan, a soft "ahh~," escaping her lips, followed by a sharp intake of breath as an orgasm washed over her.

Sensing what happened down there, Takashi increased his suction, while his hand came above to go inside her pajamas, which was protested by Akemi, trying to close her thighs. "N...n.o," she gasped, her legs trembling.

But her action failed miserably as Takashi shifted her position, put his legs between hers, opening them forcefully, and his hand continued his mission. "Don't worry," he teased, his fingers slipping beneath the damp fabric. "Besides, you know you want this."

Yeah, she totally knew she wanted it, even if her body was playing a reluctant dance. The "no" was more of a whimper than a denial.

Takashi was like, "Nah, we ain't got time for that," and his hand was already swimming in her soaked panties, which were, like, super wet, then dove right in, hunting for that little swollen bud.

"Aaahhh~," Akemi cried out as he, passing her damp hair, pinched her clit before starting to rub it between his fingers.

Feeling the need for a new taste, Takashi decided to move lower, leaving her swollen nipples wet with his saliva, and kissing her stomach as he descended.

As he removed her pajamas, he revealed wet black panties that barely concealed her red pubic hair, igniting his excitement.

He gripped the panties and pushed them upward, grinding the fabric against her cunt, eliciting a low moan from her, "Mmm~"

He ripped them away, mimicking the scene from various hentai , and then his gave a long lick to her pussy.

Akemi gasped, a silent prayer escaping her lips, as he focused his attention on her clitoris.

He licked and sucked her clitoris before kissing her wet folds. Then, he plunged his tongue inside her while his fingers rubbed her clitoris.

"Uuhhjh... Aaaahhh..."

A wave of intense sensation washed over her, a blend of discomfort and ecstasy. She gripped his hair, her hips bucking involuntarily.

He hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, his face buried between her thighs.

"Aahhm... hhuuu... uhhh," Akemi's cries grew louder, one hand clutching the blanket, the other anchoring his head.

She reached her climax, and Takashi consumed every last drop. Whether it was by his own volition, or because his head was too firmly trapped to move, was hard to say.

When she finally let go, he unexpectedly moved to kiss her, giving her a taste of her own release.

When they pulled apart, this kinda gross, stringy line of spit and her cum stretched between their mouths, then snapped as they got further away.

"Next round?" Takashi said, already starting to strip.

As his pants slid down, Akemi's eyes were drawn to the prominent bulge straining against his underwear. She tried to guess the size, thinking maybe a solid six inches.

Her jaw dropped a little when he finally got naked. Turns out, he was packing way more than she'd expected like, a solid eight inches, at least.

Not some crazy, hentai-level thing, but definitely bigger than your average dude.

He snapped her out of her stunned gaze by moving closer, his tower ready to enter her cave.

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