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Kotoha would wake to the sound of a Discord Notification. Her head was on the bare chest of her husband, who was snoring away with one arm around her shoulder and the other thrown over his head.She was confused for a moment. The birds weren't even chirping and the sky was still dark.
Why would she hear Discord-OH GOD!
Douma has all the air punched out of him as Kotoha scrambles off him and jumps off the bed. He falls back into the pillows and rubs his eyes. Yawning as he sits up to see Kotoha quickly putting on her gaming headset ....and nothing less.
A grin comes to his face.
He soon slips from the bed, army crawling his way to where his wife was.
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Kotoha rarely does streams with her face and this is definitely not one of those days. She is late as is to the tournament for Minecraft where the prize was 100 thousand to a charity of the team's choice. In general, it was a great opportunity to get exposure.
She almost forgot and her teammates, Daki, Gyutaro, and Rui were scolding her.
"Gomen! I had a long night." The red on her face was permanent as Douma had indeed kept her up last night.
Luckily this was going to be a quick tournament with three survival game rounds.
The first round was great, Kotoha lasted till the top 10 but had only gotten one kill.
It was the second round when everything started to go wrong. She thought she felt something brush her leg, but Kotoha didn't think much of it.
Then she felt a hand and then she squeaked.
"OI, WHAT HAPPENED!?" Gyutaro yells in her ear. She scrambles to speak, purposely falling off the tower so her chat just thinks it's lag.
"Sorry, I missed a jump!" Kotoha tried to keep her cool but hands were spreading her legs more when she tries to close them. She turns crimson as a tongue licks and flicks at her clit.
"HMMMMM !!" Kotoha sprints as she runs from a rogue hunter.
"HELP DAKIIII!!" Kotoha's knee is bouncing at this point.
She is killed and she mutes her mic.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!?" She pushes her chair back with Douma following. He rests his chin on her leg, licking his chops of her slick before grinning. His hair being slicked back and his eyes bright with amusement and love were not doing her any favors. He keeps quiet, pointing to her setup, and from her headset she hears her teammates calling for her.
"SORRY, NEEDED TO CHANGE MY MOUSE!" Douma does her the favor of pulling her back in, making his way back to his previous position. Every once in a while, her hand goes to grip his hair and he would work double time till she was shaking.
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Her team wins the last round but the prize goes to another team.
She quickly ends the stream and Douma pushes the chair back till he was on his knees, bringing Kotoha to the end of her chair. Her legs wrap around his torso and she finally grabs his head to kiss his lips.
He soon takes her from her chair and back to the bed, sinking his aching cock into her. She doesn't need much but Douma treats her to multiple climaxes anyway. By the time they are done, lunch was in order. Douma kisses her and leaves her to rest.
Her husband winks as he puts on some sweats and promises a simple lunch so they can go back to bed.
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Her fans made comments on her recent stream about how Dilf Douma must have struck again.
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The Rainbow Eyed Devil & His Songbird (+18)
General FictionMature short stories of the couple Douma x Kotoha. #1 in Kotoha #1 in DoumaXKotoha