This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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Of course they hadn't kept their deal! Sometime early in the morning, Ayame had woken up and got up to go to the bathroom.
When she came back, Yuzuru was awake. She could see the gleam in his eyes as dawn broke.
She knelt down by the bed and he came very close to her with his face. They kissed, gently and tenderly.
Yuzuru suddenly straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't say a word and just calmly pulled Ayame up to him, lifted her onto his lap and she wrapped her legs around his hips. They wrapped their arms around each other, caressing each other very tenderly.
Ayame laid her head in the crook of his neck and he kissed her neck. They were so close in this position and felt each other very intensely. It was simply wonderful to hold each other like this.
Ayame nevertheless felt her lust awakening very quickly. And she sensed that he felt the same, because his half-erect penis was suddenly between them and was already pressing lightly against her stomach.
So she just let it happen again.
She lifted her pelvis a little to bring his length closer to her center and began to move slowly, stimulating him. Yuzuru moaned softly. Her rolling movements and the wetness of her rising arousal were driving him insane. It was little, and at the same time far too much.
A thought occurred to Ayame. She released herself from the intimate embrace and stood up, only to get back on her knees in front of Yuzuru.
Then she took his penis into her mouth.
Yuzuru was surprised. "Aya! You don't have to..." he fell silent, moaned softly and propped himself up on the bed with his arms behind him, looking down at her to see what she was doing, panting heavily.
Ayame felt her blood boil. It was an incredible feeling to have him in her mouth. It tasted somehow salty, was hot and hard. She sucked, moving her head up and down rhythmically, and Yuzuru groaned.
"Aya... I... don't know how long... I can take this!"
She understood, let go of him and sat back down in his lap. She took his hot length in her hand and slowly guided him inside her, letting him slide in until he filled her completely.
She wrapped her legs tightly around Yuzuru again and they embraced once more, allowing them to pull each other very close. They were so close, both panting in their excitement, and together they now began to establish a slow and gentle rhythm that intensified the friction between them.
The intimacy was unearthly beautiful and they clung to each other like drowning men.
They both felt that they would quickly reach orgasm. The close physical contact and their emotional connection made it possible for them to do what would otherwise not happen so easily.
Together, they immersed themselves completely in this special vibration and finally sank into it.
The waves of climax washed over them and they came together, enveloped in the symphony of their lust.
Afterwards, they remained exhausted in this embrace. Yuzuru held her tightly, Ayame had loosened her legs and suddenly he let himself sink backwards onto the bed with Ayame still in his arms.
He pulled his legs up over the edge of the bed and, lying on top of him, she felt his raised thighs firmly against her bottom. They stayed like that for a while.
"Aya... let's get some more sleep..." he sounded exhausted.
"Yes, Yuzu, let's sleep. Come on, lie down properly. I'll wake you up in time..."
She slipped away from him and he rolled onto his side, knees drawn up. Ayame snuggled up behind him, pulled the sheet over her and took him in her arms. They quickly fell asleep again.
***
Ayame woke up to the soft buzzing of the alarm. She fumbled for her cell phone to turn off the alarm. Yuzuru was still asleep, he hadn't heard anything. They were still lying across the bed, just as they had fallen asleep after their wonderful encounter.
Ayame smiled. It had been so beautiful, this encounter so incredibly intense, that she could still feel everything down to the last cell in her body.
She sighed softly and finally got up, it didn't help. The day was about to begin!
She closed the bathroom door behind her so as not to wake Yuzuru immediately. There was still some time.
Ayame looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled at herself. She ran her hands through her hair and closed her eyes briefly as she stroked her neck and chest, feeling the soft, sensitive skin.
She still couldn't believe the emotions she was feeling. It was actually too much to process.
She looked in the mirror again and suddenly saw herself freeze... sheer horror was written all over her face!
