Chapter 57: Until the Blue Sky Comes (17)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 57: Until the Blue Sky Comes (17)
On the way to Yura’s place after work, we stopped by a liquor store and bought two bottles of wine. Since neither of us knew anything about alcohol other than soju, we asked the clerk for recommendations on their bestsellers. I paid with my card.
Yura offered to chip in, but considering what had happened earlier that day, I told her I’d cover it.
As we walked around buying cheese and fruit, we shared an umbrella, and Yura linked her arm with mine.
It was a bit difficult to walk that way, but the sensation of her overwhelmingly large breasts pressing against my arm and the simple fact that we were walking side-by-side felt so good that the slight discomfort didn't matter at all.
“Is there anything else you want to buy?”
When I asked if she needed anything else, Yura thought about it for a moment before shaking her head.
“No. I think this is enough.”
Whether it was because of the full shopping bag or the thought of drinking at home, Yura had been beaming ever since we left work. Seeing her smile, which was enough to make anyone feel good, I reached out and stroked her hair.
“?”
She looked at me blankly as if wondering what was going on when I suddenly placed my hand on her head.
I just smiled and said, “Let’s go.” With a bright smile, Yura followed me out of the mart, and we headed back to her place under the umbrella.
It was only my third time visiting, but perhaps because of the memory of the passionate night we had spent together, her room felt familiar. I began arranging the things we bought on the table in front of the sofa.
“Can I shower first?”
I nodded as Yura immediately started getting ready to wash up. After she disappeared into the bathroom, I heard the sound of the shower running. I found myself glancing toward the bedroom, recalling the day I had held her there.
I shook the thoughts away, telling myself to focus on getting the drinks ready, and finished setting the table. One bottle of red wine and one bottle of white—not expensive, but supposedly popular. I laid out the fruit and cheese to go with them.
Once I transferred everything to plates and set out the newly purchased wine glasses, the atmosphere looked quite decent.
It wasn't the sophisticated vibe of a high-end restaurant, but it was satisfying enough that I felt there was nothing better for enjoying a night at home. I sat on the sofa and checked my smartphone while waiting for Yura.
Surprisingly, I hadn't received any particular messages today. I wondered if Yubin was waiting for me at home, and since I figured I wouldn't be back until dawn if we started drinking, I sent her a text saying I’d be late.
A reply came back saying she understood. Shortly after, the bathroom door opened and Yura stepped out.
She was wearing thin pajamas with a towel wrapped around her wet hair. I couldn't help but scan her form.
“What is it?”
Did she think something looked weird? She looked down at herself and asked, but I just shook my head.
“I was looking because you’re pretty.”
Yura, who never tired of being told she was pretty, gave her usual delighted smile.
“Go ahead and wash up. I’ll dry my hair while you’re in there.”
She went into the bedroom to dry her hair. Just as I was about to head to the bathroom, she came back out holding a pair of shorts. They were clearly not her size.
“Wear these.”
“What’s this?”
“I bought them just in case you came over again.”
She had bought clothes for me to wear comfortably at her place in anticipation of my visit. Since I had been naked and wrapped in nothing but a blanket the last time I was here, it seemed she thought she should be prepared for my return.
I took the shorts from her and went into the bathroom.
I let the cold water wash away the humidity of the hot summer. When I finished my shower and stepped back into the living room, Yura had finished drying her hair. She had removed the towel, letting her long pink hair fall loose.
The cool air from the air conditioner felt great against my skin after the shower. I walked over to the sofa and sat down beside her.
“This is my first time having wine. I wonder if it’ll be good?”
“I’ve had it before, and it wasn't bad.”
It had been a long time since I’d had Earth wine, so I couldn't remember exactly when it was, but I recalled the experience being pleasant.
As I popped the cork of the red wine, a fresh aroma wafted out. Since it was the first time either of us had opened a bottle, there was a bit of a struggle, and we both laughed at how clumsy we were.
“Do you realize how stupid we just looked?”
“I was thinking the exact same thing.”
I replied to her as she giggled, then poured the red wine into her glass. Recalling what I’d seen on TV, I thought there might be a specific way to pour it, but there was no way I could care about that when I’d only had wine a handful of times.
I just filled the glass normally. After I poured a bit into Yura’s glass, she took the bottle and filled mine.
“Cheers.”
We lifted our glasses and lightly clinked them together before taking a sip of the fragrant red wine. The charming, bittersweet aroma filled my mouth, and the way the scent lingered at the tip of my nose felt wonderful.
It seemed to suit Yura’s palate as well; she took a sip, then looked at me with wide eyes.
“It’s delicious.”
“Right? It’s much better than I expected.”
Just as I reached for a cube of cheese on the table, Yura snatched it first and held it out to me.
“Say ah—.”
She leaned in close to feed me. I picked up another piece of cheese next to the one she took and held it out to her.
“You say ah, too.”
“Mm. Ah—.”
We fed each other the cheese, enjoying the flavor, then clinked our glasses again and drank more wine. My mood steadily improved as I drank the wine, which was more to my taste than I had anticipated.
Yura leaned into me with her wine glass in one hand. Pressed tightly together, we drank continuously, snacking on the cheese and fruit.
“So, I just threw him out of the shop again.”
I listened intently as she told me about a rude customer she’d dealt with during the week.
“The counter must be tough. Guys like that seem to flock to you.”
There was no gap between me and Yura as she pressed her body against mine. I could feel her large breasts through her thin pajamas, and I reached out with my free hand to pull her by the waist.
“!”
She flinched slightly when my hand touched her waist, but then she looked at me and smiled, her face flushed from the alcohol. I wasn't the type to get drunk easily, but that didn't mean I couldn't feel the buzz.
I could tell I was feeling good, and I leaned in to cover her smiling lips with mine.
Yura didn't pull away; instead, she tangled her tongue with mine, engaging in a deep kiss. I could taste the wine we had just shared, along with the scent of cheese and fruit, inside her mouth.
When our lips finally parted, a string of saliva stretched between us from the intensity of the kiss.
“Should we finish the rest?”
“Yeah.”
I refilled the empty glasses. While we had used both hands earlier, now my hand was on Yura’s waist and hers was around mine, so we held our glasses and poured the wine with one hand each.
Gradually, we stopped feeding ourselves. Whenever she took a sip of wine, Yura would feed me a snack, and since I couldn't just let her do all the work, I used a fork to feed her whatever she wanted.
“Let’s try this one too.”
When there were only about two glasses of red wine left, I wanted to taste the white wine, so I immediately popped the cork and filled the empty glasses. Unlike the red, it had a light, refreshing scent that was very pleasant, and Yura seemed to like it as well.
“I might end up only drinking wine from now on.”
As Yura, clearly enjoying the wine, reached for a snack to feed me, I moved the hand that had been holding her waist up to knead her breast.
“!”
She paused as she was about to pick up the food, her breast caught in my hand, and she looked at me with a suggestive smile.
“Pervert.”
“I can’t help it.”
I had held back longer than expected. I had felt her breasts pressing against me since we were grocery shopping, and we had been sitting close together on this small sofa for a long time while drinking.
Feeling a bit bold from the alcohol, I squeezed her breast on impulse, and Yura didn't pull away.
“Aren't you going to feed me?”
“You really are a high-maintenance man.”
I didn't let go of her breast. Yura took a piece of cheese in her mouth and then leaned in to kiss me.
Using the excuse of sharing a piece of cheese, we kissed, and a thin moan escaped her.
“Hng, mmm.”
Perhaps because I was kneading her breast, my dick eventually became erect. Yura reached into my shorts and began to fiddle with it.
As we kissed, I massaged her breasts while she pleasured my dick. I felt my body heating up from the lewdness of the situation.
When our lips parted to refill the wine glasses, the hands that had been around each other's waists were now busy fondling breasts and dick.
I wanted to feel her bare skin, so I slid my hand inside her clothes. I had already suspected it while rubbing her through the fabric, but she wasn't wearing a bra, and my hand immediately met her soft breast.
“Haaah, mmm.”
Moaning, Yura unbuttoned her pajamas to reveal her breasts. I lifted my hips slightly to pull my shorts halfway down, letting my dick pop out.
We looked at each other with lustful eyes while performing these lewd acts, then toasted once more and drank our wine.
When Yura leaned down to look for a snack to give me, I leaned in and took one of her dainty nipples into my mouth.
“Ha-ah!”
Realizing a moment late what I was doing, Yura let out a moan as soon as I latched onto her nipple.
I knew nothing would come out, but I sucked on her nipple persistently anyway. Yura supported her large breast with her hand, making it easier for me to suck.
“Slurp, mm, chu.”
“Hnghh!! Ah, ahng!”
As I sucked on her almost desperately, her suggestive voice grew louder. Her hand, which had been stroking my dick, faltered for a moment before resuming its up-and-down motion.
After sucking and biting the nipple, I pulled my lips away slightly and rolled my tongue over it to add more stimulation.
“Ah, ah, ahh. It tickles…”
Her sultry voice reached my ears, and I looked up, then kissed her as I pushed her down onto the sofa.
The sofa was only big enough for two, but because we were pressed so tightly together, there was nothing in the way as I laid her down and buried my face in her chest.
“Do you like my breasts that much?”
“Yeah.”
To be honest, whenever we kissed in the storage room at the cafe, I could feel her breasts against me. Every time, it was a difficult battle with myself to suppress the urge to fondle them.
She had breasts so large that some might call them excessive, but I loved them. Thinking that I was the only one in the entire universe who could touch these soft, lovely breasts gave me a strange sense of possessiveness.
I began to suck on both nipples alternately while kneading the large breasts that didn't even fit in my hands.
“Mmm, ahh, ahng.”
Yura stroked my hair as I performed a near-obsessive breast play, and I intensified my efforts at her touch.
My erect dick throbbed as if expressing its desire to have her. It was a bit awkward in such a cramped space, but Yura managed to kick off her pajama bottoms.
“You can do it now.”
We were both half-dressed, but neither of us was in the right mind to think about taking everything off. Our bodies and minds were already heated and craving each other. I rubbed my large glans against her wet pussy before slowly entering her.
“Mngh! Ahng!”
This was the second time we were exploring each other's bodies since that first night. I didn't stop kneading her breasts as I pushed my dick deep inside. She wrapped her arms around my neck and stared straight at me.
“Don't just look at my breasts.”
I couldn't help but find it cute that she was a little pouted because I was obsessing over her chest without even making eye contact.
As I stroked her cheek with my dick still inside her, I couldn't hide the smile that naturally formed on my face.
“Are you jealous of your own breasts?”
“Well, I want you to look at my face too.”
“Of course I was going to. You’re so beautiful.”
Seeing her smile with a flushed face, I began to move my hips slowly.
“Ah, ahng!”
Thinking she needed time to get used to my dick after a while, I moved slowly to give her time to adjust.
However, I was already too worked up to keep going slow. To fill the slight void in my pleasure, I took a mouthful of the remaining red wine and kissed her.
“Mmph, mmm.”
As we kissed, the wine leaked from our joined mouths and trickled down her cheek.
Her vaginal walls tightened around my slowly moving dick. Sensing that she was signaling she was ready for me to move faster, I thrust upward hard.
“Hing-hngh!!”
Yura’s lewd cries erupted as I struck deep inside her. Knowing her body was fully prepared, I pulled my dick almost all the way out before slamming it back in.
“Mngh, hng!”
The slow but powerful thrusts made Yura, who wanted to feel pleasure quickly, even more desperate. Even though she knew a huge wave of pleasure was coming every time I pushed inside, she still couldn't quite handle it when it actually hit.
The overwhelming sensation kept her body in a state of high arousal. I had intended to tease her a bit, but I couldn't resist the pleasure myself and soon increased the speed of my thrusting.
Thud! Thud! I hammered into her pussy, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid. Yura, who had been moaning into the kiss, cried out loudly the moment our lips parted.
“Ha-ah, ahng! Ah, it’s—it’s good! Do it harder.”
Accepting her request for rougher movement, I grabbed Yura’s waist as she lay on the sofa and began a violent reciprocating motion.
“Hah, ngh, mmm, ngh, ahng!”
Lifting her hips slightly, she felt the pleasure along with her own lewd voice. She tightened her vaginal walls as if determined not to let go of my wildly moving dick. I continued the rough motion, my dick parting her tightening walls to reach the very back.
“We should finish what we were drinking, right?”
Both the red and white wine were still left. This time, I took a mouthful of the white wine and kissed her again.
Yura, accepting my dick while lying on the sofa and semi-forcibly drinking the wine I pushed into her mouth, wrapped her legs around my waist.
I could clearly feel her desire not to be separated from me. Just as she wanted, I stayed locked in her embrace while I continued to thrust.
“Hng, ngh, mm, ngh, haah, mmm.”
Even after we had swallowed all the wine, our lips didn't part. The wine had been an excuse from the start; we just wanted to have intense sex while kissing.
“Ha-ah, ahng, ah, ahng! Does it feel good for you too, A?”
“Yeah. I love kissing you, and I love moving inside you.”
From our last time, I knew she liked it when I whispered in her ear during sex. I was fairly certain of it, and when I whispered my answer, I felt her vaginal walls tighten even harder, turning my suspicion into absolute certainty.
“Mngh, ahng, ahhh! It feels good for me too. I love having sex with A!”
“Have you been thinking about wanting to do it?”
When I whispered the question in her ear, her face turned bright red. She moaned and hesitated for a moment before finally opening her mouth.
“Yeah… because I feel safe when you hold me. Every time I saw you, I wondered… if you were going to ask to do it today.”
While she enjoyed the physical pleasure, Yura felt the sense of security that came from holding each other even more. Ever since our first time, she had been wondering if we would have sex every time she saw me.
Despite her easygoing and bubbly personality, Yura had a surprisingly shy side when it came to things like this. It seemed she was too embarrassed to ask for sex first, so she had been waiting for me to bring it up.
“So when you touched my breasts… I was happy.”
Yura had been worried that if we just drank and the night ended, it might mean I wasn't interested in her or her body anymore. So when I touched her breasts and held her, she felt pure joy and wanted to have sex with me immediately.
Hearing that, only one thought came to mind.
“You really are a pervert, Yura.”
“N-no! I’m not a pervert…”
“I like you even if you are a pervert.”
Enduring the urge to ejaculate that came with those words, I resumed my rough thrusting.
“Ha-ah, ahh! Ah-ahng!”
Her twitching vaginal walls momentarily tightened around my dick again and again as I moved. I held back my climax to give Yura, who had wanted this so much, even more pleasure.
“Hng, ngh, ahng! It’s good. It feels so good, I think I’m going crazy!”
Yura, seemingly on the verge of losing her mind from the surging pleasure, pulled me close as she reached her climax. The moment I pushed my hips in deep, I let my suppressed climax explode, filling her inside with semen.
“Hnghh, ngh, mmm!”
Despite having had sex the day before, my stamina hadn't waned at all, and I pumped a significant amount of semen into her body. Yura, feeling the semen entering her, didn't lose her excitement and kept her vaginal walls tight.
After the first round of ejaculation was over, I pulled my dick out. Watching the semen spill out of her pussy, a mischievous thought occurred to me, and I picked up Yura’s smartphone from the table.
Using her unlocked phone’s camera, I took a photo of her pussy with the semen leaking out and showed it to her.
“How is it? It’s leaking out like this.”
“Why—why are you taking pictures without asking?!”
She had been so caught up in the afterglow of her climax that she hadn't even noticed me taking the photo. When she saw the picture of her own pussy with semen coming out, her face turned bright red, and she reached out to snatch the phone away.
But wanting to see her embarrassed face a bit more, I inserted my still-erect dick back inside her.
“Hing-eee!”
As she reached out, the sudden intrusion made her hips bounce. Her pussy, sensitive after the climax, immediately clamped down on my dick.
“I wanted you to see it too.”
Wanting her to share the view I was seeing, I switched the camera to video mode and filmed my dick being inserted into her pussy.
“Pervert. Hng, ah-ahng!”
The moment she spoke, I moved my hips. She seemed to have given up on trying to stop me from filming, as she stopped trying to take the phone. I continued to capture her pussy on the smartphone while thrusting.
Without a word, I just moved my hips steadily, capturing the lewd friction sounds on video.
Slap! Slap! The sound of our hips colliding echoed, and every time my dick moved back and forth, a lewd squelching sound could be heard.
Yura, who thought the filming would end quickly, kept staring at me with a red face as I refused to put the phone down.
“Ha-ah, ngh, ha-ahng!”
Feeling her gaze, I lifted the phone from her pussy and captured her face as she moaned in pleasure.
“St-stop filming now. You idiot.”
I enjoyed seeing her embarrassed, but wanting to move more freely, I stopped the recording, saved the video, and placed the phone back on the table.
“Were you embarrassed… being filmed?”
“How could I not be?”
I stroked her hair, her face still flushed, then grabbed her waist and picked up the pace of my thrusts.
“Hng, ngh, ahh!”
Perhaps because of the special situation of being filmed while sensitive right after a climax, Yura’s pussy was even more aroused. I savored the vaginal walls warmly tightening around my dick as I moved back and forth to my heart's content, feeling her body.
“Let’s watch it together later.”
“I’m not watching. I’m too embarrassed to watch something like that.”
Anyone would be embarrassed to see themselves experiencing such pleasure. But because I wanted to see the embarrassed Yura, I refused to accept her answer.
“Ahng, ha-ahng… ahng. Ah. Ahng!”
Her pussy, dripping with vaginal fluid, accepted my dick as it slid smoothly all the way inside. The feeling of it sliding in and out so softly stimulated me, and that stimulation led to even rougher movements.
“Hah, ha-ahng! Ah, ah, ahng. Ah-ahng!”
Wanting to ejaculate once more, I continued my rapid thrusting, and Yura, her moans growing louder, reached another climax. However, the urge to come didn't return easily after the first time, so I maintained my rough movements, forcing myself to find that peak.
“Ah, ugh, mmm, ah, hng! Haah!”
Yura was forced to endure the peak she had reached amidst my violent thrusting. Accepting the intense pleasure that seemed to paralyze her reason, she let out hot, unrestrained moans.
Perhaps it was because she accepted all my movements without resistance? Soon, the urge to come washed over me, and I ejaculated inside her for the second time in a short span.
I tensed my cock even harder than the first time, and Yura, feeling the tension in my body more than anyone, hugged me tightly.
Holding each other firmly, the second ejaculation came to an end.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Right now?!”
Yura, who thought we might rest for a moment, was startled by the suggestion of a second round in the room, but she soon nodded at the thought of more sex.
“Want to cling to me?”
Yura didn't catch my meaning at first, but soon understood. She wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her legs tightly around my waist.
“Like this?”
“Yeah. Perfect.”
I stood up while supporting her buttocks with my hands. As my cock slid deep inside her, Yura let out a moan that sounded like her breath had been snatched away.
“Hah!”
The grip of her arms and legs around me tightened, and hanging onto me like that, Yura felt an inescapable pleasure.
I carefully lowered myself to grab her smartphone from the table, then carried her into the master bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.
It was only a few steps from the living room, but during that short trip, Yura had to endure the stimulation surging from below with every step I took.
“Haaah, ugh, hmmm….”
After laying her down, I pulled my cock out. I had her lie on her side, lifted one of her legs, and reinserted myself into her pussy from behind.
“Hnghh!!”
Yura knew the sex wouldn't end quickly once it started, but she realized only now that experiencing a familiar sensation again was harder to endure than an unknown one.
She expected a certain level of pleasure, but the shock of the moment it exceeded those expectations was beyond imagination. Having only thought of the relatively dulled sensations from their previous sessions since they started today, she couldn't keep her wits about her as the overwhelming pleasure flooded in.
“Look at this.”
Realizing she was half out of her mind, I held the smartphone in front of her eyes as she lay on her side, showing her the sex video I had just recorded.
“Ah! Why are you showing me that? Delete it, quickly!”
“I’ll delete it once we watch it to the end.”
I didn't actually intend to keep it, but I wanted Yura to see it at least once. I kept the video playing in front of her while making sure not to stop moving my hips.
“Hng, ugh, ah, ahh!”
The moans from the video overlapped with the moans she was making in real-time. Yura was forced to watch the previous sex on screen while feeling the pleasure my moving cock provided.
She must have been incredibly embarrassed, as her face remained flushed the entire time. Her shame peaked the moment the video showed me filming her pussy with my cock inside before panning up to her face.
“Enough! You’ve seen it all now, right?”
Seeing her own face during sex and the unexpectedly lewd expression she wore made Yura desperate to hide her embarrassment.
“How was it? Any thoughts?”
“……I didn't know I made that kind of face.”
She seemed somewhat surprised to see an expression she had never seen before, but she didn't seem to hate it.
And for good reason—Yura felt a sense of security through having sex with me. With that security, the tension she had carried her whole life unraveled. For Yura, the moment she felt most at peace was when she was having sex with me.
Seeing her expression in that moment might be embarrassing, but on the other hand, she was seeing herself truly at ease and entrusting her body to someone. It was a confirmation that her words and actions hadn't been a lie.
“Did you look like you were feeling good?”
“Haaah. Ye-yes. I looked like I was feeling good.”
“Did you look happy?”
“I looked happy.”
As I continued my thrusting and asked for her thoughts on the video, Yura realized that the emotion she felt during sex was indeed happiness. She answered my questions submissively.
Of course, only her answers were submissive; her moans remained loud.
“Shall we have sex next week too?”
“Yes. Ah, ah, ahh!”
At the mention of doing it again, she nodded while squeezing her vaginal walls around me.
“I don't like this. I want to see your face.”
She didn't seem to like the position where she couldn't see me and wanted to change. As soon as I pulled out, Yura, who had been showing me her back, turned around to face me.
With us facing each other, I had her lift one leg and slid my cock into her pussy. As I bottomed out in one go, Yura moaned, tensing her waist.
“Hngh!”
“I’m going to move a bit harder this time.”
Being able to face the expression that had been moaning with pleasure in the video again sparked a desire to move my hips. That desire quickly turned into action, and a rough rhythm began as we stared at each other.
“Hah, ugh, ahh! Ah, ah, ah!”
With her back arching like a bow under the waves of pleasure and endless climaxes, Yura lost her senses. Holding her as she radiated pure lewdness with her entire body, I had no intention of slowing down.
In the end, Yura’s pleasurable hell did not stop. I continued my rough reciprocating motion until I felt the urge to ejaculate a long while later.
After several more rounds, I climbed on top of the reclining Yura and thrust my cock in hard, as if crushing her cervix. Without any intention of pulling our lips apart, we shared a persistent kiss.
“Mmmgh, ugh, chuup, mmm! Hnnngh!”
Moans leaked through the sound of the sticky kiss. Every sound made during sex was a testament to our intimacy, and I intentionally moved more roughly, wanting to make the sounds of our collision even louder.
Thud! Thud! Every time my cock buried itself deep into her pussy, Yura reached a climax and let out an obscene sound. She was gradually learning and feeling pleasure because of me, and that stimulated my male instincts.
“Haah, I’m going to come again.”
Hot breath escaped as our lips parted. Hearing the declaration that I would ejaculate once more, Yura moaned and nodded.
“Haaah, ugh, ugh, inside, give it to me inside.”
Soon our hips were pressed tight, and Yura arched her back as she reached her peak.
The ejaculation—I lost track of how many times it had been today—began again, and I poured my hot semen into her.
The moment I finished, I pulled my cock out. There hadn't been a moment for the semen to dry in Yura’s pussy. After I withdrew, she took ragged breaths, trying to catch her wind.
“Haah, I’m exhausted. I feel like I’m going to die.”
“You’re not going to die.”
I replied while fondling her breasts as she lay limp and drained of strength.
Just as I was about to rest like this, Yura flinched and sat up.
“The bathroom.”
“Hmm?”
“I have to pee.”
It seemed the signal had finally come after drinking and then having sex for so long.
However, due to the pain in her waist from the rough sex, she couldn't steady her body properly.
“I’ll take you.”
Despite saying that, I inserted my cock again.
“Hnghh!! N-no. I might actually pee.”
“Then hurry up and hold onto me.”
Hearing her urgent voice, I made her cling to me again. Supporting her buttocks once more, I moved toward the bathroom step by step.
Faced with a situation where she had to endure both pleasure and the urge to urinate, Yura broke into a cold sweat. After arriving at the bathroom, I pulled my cock out and sat her on the toilet.
“…….”
“…….”
We looked at each other in silence for a moment.
“Aren't you going out?”
Did she want me to leave? It was only natural. Normally, it would be impossible to show someone of the opposite sex the act of urinating. But today, I wanted to keep seeing Yura’s embarrassed side, and I thrust my cock right in front of her nose.
“I’d like you to use your mouth.”
“Ugh, you’re a real pervert.”
Even as she said that, she took my cock, which was right in front of her, into her mouth and began to suck it slowly and carefully.
“Hmp, mgh, mmph.”
I could see Yura’s body trembling slightly as she noisily sucked my cock. She was likely holding back her urine.
I grabbed her head as she slowly worked on me and began to move my hips.
“Mmph! Mgh!”
Yura, who had been trying to hold it in by minimizing her movements, was flustered by the rough motion. I grew even more aroused seeing her keep my cock in her mouth even as she closed her eyes and grimaced.
“Hng, mmmph! Mgh!!”
I pushed my cock all the way down her throat. Her body shuddered, and in the end, while sitting on the toilet with my cock in her mouth, Yura ended up urinating.
The sound of a thin stream echoed quietly, and I ejaculated into Yura’s mouth.
Once she finished urinating, I pulled my cock out. With eyes slightly brimming with tears, Yura glared at me.
“Sorry. I just wanted to see you embarrassed, Yura.”
When I apologized while stroking her hair, Yura’s heart softened immediately.
“Just don't do this next time. Okay?”
“I got it.”
While some things are hard the first time and easy the second, there are also things that are hard the first time and shouldn't be done a second. Even as I did it, I couldn't help but think this was a one-time thing, so I decided to enjoy it to the fullest while I could.
Yura noticed I was having strange thoughts and looked at me warily, but my hands were faster as I grabbed her legs and leaned her back.
“?! Why? What are you doing?!”
She was flustered by the unexpected move, but I inserted my cock into her pussy without a moment's hesitation.
“Hngh! Ugh.”
Even if I were to be hit and scolded by Yura tomorrow, I was determined to do every kind of play I felt like doing today. I began thrusting into Yura’s pussy as she lay half-reclined on the toilet.
“Ugh, ah, ahh! Haah!”
Her body, which seemed unable to let go of the climaxes, quickly felt pleasure despite the sudden movement.
Afterward, back in the living room, I ejaculated once more into the pussy of the prone Yura, who couldn't even steady her waist. Then, seeing her lying on the bed in the master bedroom, I couldn't overcome my excitement and ejaculated yet again.
Eventually, I ejaculated one last time for Yura, who was begging to just go to sleep, and so the night of never-ending peaks continued.
The next day, when I opened my eyes, everything from the previous night came back to me just like before. Yura was lying beside me, complaining of back pain.
“My back hurts, you bastard.”
At her tone, which was laced with genuine anger, I replied,
“Sorry. I won't do it again.”
I apologized for the ridiculous play and rough sex I had committed under the influence of alcohol the night before, but I ended up getting hit first thing in the morning anyway.
Since I had no excuse, I stayed quiet while she landed a few more blows.