"Ahh...! Nn... Jack, I’m... I’m going to..." Her voice trailed off into a choked whimper as her hips lifted off the futon, her pussy clenching around my relentless tongue.
I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue, and Kasumi’s back arched as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Kasumi’s hips lifted off the futon, her thick thighs trembling as my tongue dove deeper into her soaked, hairy pussy. Her clit throbbed against my lips, swollen and sensitive, her entire body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
"Ahh...! Nn... Jack, I’m... I’m going to—!"
Her voice cracked, dissolving into a choked, desperate whimper as her pussy clenched violently around my relentless tongue.
I sucked her clit harder, flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue, the wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth echoing obscenely in the quiet room.
Kasumi’s back arched off the futon, her massive breasts heaving as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She bit down hard on her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she fought to stifle the scream building in her throat. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking closer as if she couldn’t decide whether to push away or pull deeper.
And then—
It hit her like a tidal wave.
Her hips jerked upward, her thighs clamping around my head as my tongue speared into her dripping cunt with rough, hungry strokes. The pressure, the heat, the sheer intensity of it all pushed her over the edge.
"Mmmph—! Nn...! I-I’m—!"
Her voice was a broken, muffled gasp, her free hand slamming over her mouth as her body convulsed. The first gush of her squirt erupted from her pussy, hitting my face like a warm, sudden downpour.
The thick, sweet fluid coated my lips, chin, and nose, dripping down my throat as I kept licking, kept sucking, refusing to let her escape.
Another spurt followed, then another, her pussy pulsing violently as she emptied herself in humiliating, uncontrollable bursts.
The sound of her juices splattering against my face and the futon beneath her was obscene, the wet spot spreading rapidly as her body betrayed her completely.
"Aaaaaaaaah—! Mmm... hmm... aaah... aaaaah... aaaaah—!"
Her moans were broken, breathless, her body shaking as she tried to stay silent. But the pleasure was too much, the sensations too overwhelming. Her hips bucked wildly, her pussy clenching around my tongue as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her.
I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider, my tongue lapping up every drop of her squirt as it poured from her.
The taste of her was intoxicating—musky, salty, and sweet, the heat of her arousal filling my mouth. Her pubic hair was soaked, her pussy lips swollen and glistening, the evidence of her climax dripping down her thighs.
Kasumi’s fingers dug into my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as she pulled closer, her hips lifting higher as if she couldn’t get enough. Her breasts jiggled wildly with every shuddering breath, her nipples rock-hard beneath the damp, clinging kimono.
"Nn...! Jack...! It’s... it’s too much...! I can’t... I can’t—!"
Her voice was a desperate, muffled plea, but her body told a different story. Her pussy twitched and pulsed, gushing more of her juices as I sucked and licked, drinking her down like a man starving for her taste.
The futon beneath her was soaked, the wetness spreading as her squirt pooled around her thick, trembling ass. The sound of her juices hitting the fabric was unmistakable, the sloppy, wet noises filling the air as she ca harder than she ever had before.
As her orgasm finally began to fade, Kasumi’s body collapsed back onto the futon, her breathing ragged and uneven. Her hand was still clamped over her mouth, her fingers trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
I pulled back slightly, my face glistening with her juices, my lips swollen from the intensity of her climax. I looked up at her, my eyes dark with lust, and grinned as I watched her face—flushed crimson, her eyes wide with shock and sha.
Her kimono was a ss, the thin fabric clinging to her sweaty, trembling body. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, her nipples still hard and aching for more. The musky, salty scent of her squirt filled the air, thick and intoxicating.
And then—
I rubbed the head of my cock against her soaked pussy, the thick, veiny cock pressing against her swollen, sensitive folds. Kasumi’s eyes flew open, her body going rigid as she sensed the intrusion.
"Jack—! NO!"
Her voice was a raw, panicked scream, but she clamped her hand over her mouth at the last second, stifling the sound. Her hand shot down, gripping my cock and slamming her other hand over her pussy, as if she could erase what had just happened.
Her eyes widened in horror, her face pale with shock as she stared at , her lips trembling. "Y-You can’t...! We can’t...! Not here... not like this...!" Her voice was a desperate whisper, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.
I froze, my cock throbbing painfully against her palm, her pussy still twitching from her squirt. For a mont, we just stared at each other—her breathing ragged, her body still shaking, her kimono a ss around her exposed, glistening cunt.
And then—
I let the dream end.
In an instant, we were back in the real world, lying on the futon exactly as we had been before. The room was silent, the dim light casting long shadows over the sleeping forms of Haruna, Yuko, and Tomiko.
I pretended to be asleep, my breathing slow and steady, but my mind was racing. My cock was still hard, aching from the unfinished release, but the real prize was yet to co.
I sensed it—Kasumi stirring.
Her breathing hitched, her body tensing slightly beneath the blanket. I focused my telepathy, tuning into her thoughts, and activated my AI Lens, seeing through my closed eyelids as she slowly woke up.
Kasumi blinked awake, her mind groggy from the deep, dream-induced sleep. She lay still for a mont, her body feeling... different. Heavy. Sensitive. Used.
And then—
Her thoughts began to race.
[Hmm... was that... was that all a dream?]Her mind was foggy, the mories slipping like sand through her fingers. But sothing felt... wrong.
[What... what is this?] She frowned, her brow furrowing as she tried to piece it together.
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