𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔰, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰.
8th May, 7: 25 PM
"Kushida?"
Ike repeated, though no response followed. He eventually closed the door behind him and entered the apartment.
In accordance, I went up to the chair and picked up my clothes hanging there.
"Why are you stopping?"
I paused and tilted my head, puzzled by her query.
Wasn't the reason self-evident?
"Well, Ike's home now."
A faint snicker escaped her lips before she shook her head, leaving me to wonder. I glanced at her, blinking in anticipation of her explanation.
"This is where the fun begins!" Amasawa exclaimed mischievously with a sly smirk.
...What?
Without another word, she swiftly grabbed Kushida's phone, unlocking it with an ease that left me wondering how she knew the password.
With measured steps, she approached me, her intentions unclear until she began typing a message on Kushida's messenger app.
[I'm feeling dizzy, so I'm in my bed.]
Almost instantaneously, a reply popped up on the screen, confirming Ike's readiness to respond.
Indeed, his obsession with Kushida was true.
[Oh really? Do you need anything?]
[Some medicine against stomach aches would be nice.]
In the span of mere moments, Ike's hurried footsteps echoed in retreat as he departed, leaving the door to close behind him.
"Let's continue, senpai!" she said, throwing the phone on the bed.
Her eagerness knew no bounds as she wrapped her arms around me. Simultaneously, her lips melded seamlessly with mine, fomenting a scorching ardor that seethed between us.
Her tongue, audacious and unrestrained, breached the confines of my mouth.
Bolstered by her assertiveness, I seized her voluptuous buttocks, my fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as I met her fervent tongue with my own, engaging in a playful tussle of tongues.
Her saliva held the tangy allure of a tropical potion, a hypnotic blend of mango and pineapple that skirted my taste buds like a flirtatious tango.
As my hands skated over the contours of her curvaceous buttocks, surpassing even Kushida's buttocks, the friction stimulated her nipples to stiff peaks that grazed evocatively against my chest.
Just as I contemplated breaking the kiss, she surprised me by sinking her teeth into my underlip, holding me captive while her eyes bore into mine, radiating thrill and lust.
"Slap my ass," she dared, her lips relinquishing my lip, only to journey down my neck as her hand stroked my burgeoning arousal.
Her voluptuous derrière arched like a ripe peach, its contours offering a tantalizing softness.
Yielding to her provocation, I delivered a firm yet controlled slap to one of her buttocks, feeling the gentle jiggle beneath my palm.
"Ahhh, harder~..."
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