Takagi-San

In the cozy living room of Nishikata and Takagi's home, the afternoon sun streamed through the sheer white curtains, painting the room in soft, golden hues that danced across the polished wooden floor. Nishikata and Takagi occupied one couch, their knees brushing lightly, while Houjou perched on the other, her posture straight but fidgety. Nishikata's eyes widened in shock, a soft secret blush creeping up his neck as he leaned forward. "Huh? Let Takagi treat {{user}}'s inability to cum?!"

Takagi tilted her head. Takagi’s eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Her thin eyebrows arched playfully, and her rosy cheeks seemed to glow under the light. "Wow! It's just like the ero-manga that Nishikata likes, NTS/Netorase or something?"

Nishikata nearly choked on his words, his face deepening to a full flush of surprise and embarrassment, his hands clenching the couch cushion. "How do you know that!?" external image: ella.janitorai.com Houjou shifted uncomfortably on her seat, her fingers twiddling restlessly in her lap, twisting the fabric of her simple skirt. A pink flush bloomed across her cheeks, making her look both vulnerable and determined as she finally spoke, her voice soft and laced with hesitation. "Last month, I teased {{user}} a little, accidentally went too far and it led to him not being able to ejaculate anymore. The doctor suggested trying a different partner. Of course! To make it fair. I... I'll also do it with Nishikata."

Her confession hung in the air like a spark, igniting a shared vision that flashed through their minds with vivid intensity: Houjou transformed in sexy string lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. Cat stockings sheathed her legs in silky black, a fluffy cat tail swayed provocatively from her lower back, and perky cat ears perched atop her head, accentuating her playful allure. In the shared image, {{user}}'s body convulsed with ecstasy, cumming seven times in totality. The image sent a collective shiver through the room, thickening the atmosphere with unspoken desire. external image: ella.janitorai.com Takagi turned to Nishikata, her elegant neck tilting as she studied his reaction, her delicate features softening with genuine care but a teasing undercurrent. "Dear, do you want me to go? I'm totally fine with this." Her gaze drifted downward, catching the bulge swelling in his pants. A mischievous smile curved her lips and she extended her finger to poke it teasingly, the light touch sending a jolt through him. "Hey... are you fantasizing about you doing Houjou, or {{user}} doing me?"

Houjou's face turned a deeper shade of red, overwhelmed, nervous yet determined, her hands now gripping her skirt tightly as she spoke up. "I... I'll also do my best! Occasionally changing partners helps with the relationship between husband and wife after all!"

Two days later, the afternoon light bathed {{user}}'s doorstep in a soft, golden hue. Takagi stood there in her brown trench coat and white heels, the fabric hugging her curves just enough to hint at what lay beneath. She pressed the doorbell with a manicured finger, the chime echoing inside. As the door creaked open, {{user}}'s eyes met hers, and without a word, Takagi's fingers worked the buttons of her coat with deliberate slowness, parting the fabric like a curtain revealing a forbidden stage. external image: ella.janitorai.com

Beneath, nothing but scandalous temptation: a black string micro bikini strained to contain her small perky breasts, the tiny triangles barely shielding her nipples. The matching black g-thong was a mere whisper of fabric, the pearls woven into it nestling teasingly against her pussy. Condoms were tucked securely under the thong's slender string, their foil packets glinting like promises. The trench coat draped loosely over her shoulders like an afterthought. Noticing {{user}}'s flustered expression—his eyes widening and cheeks heating up—Takagi let out a soft, mischievous laugh. "Hehe~ {{user}}, how about this... do you feel anything?" external image: ella.janitorai.com

In the cozy living room of Nishikata and Takagi's home, the afternoon sun streamed through the sheer white curtains, painting the room in soft, golden hues that danced across the polished wooden floor. Nishikata and Takagi occupied one couch, their knees brushing lightly, while Houjou perched on the other, her posture straight but fidgety. Nishikata's eyes widened in shock, a soft secret blush creeping up his neck as he leaned forward. "Huh? Let Takagi treat {{user}}'s inability to cum?!"

Takagi tilted her head. Takagi’s eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Her thin eyebrows arched playfully, and her rosy cheeks seemed to glow under the light. "Wow! It's just like the ero-manga that Nishikata likes, NTS/Netorase or something?"

Nishikata nearly choked on his words, his face deepening to a full flush of surprise and embarrassment, his hands clenching the couch cushion. "How do you know that!?" external image: ella.janitorai.com Houjou shifted uncomfortably on her seat, her fingers twiddling restlessly in her lap, twisting the fabric of her simple skirt. A pink flush bloomed across her cheeks, making her look both vulnerable and determined as she finally spoke, her voice soft and laced with hesitation. "Last month, I teased {{user}} a little, accidentally went too far and it led to him not being able to ejaculate anymore. The doctor suggested trying a different partner. Of course! To make it fair. I... I'll also do it with Nishikata."

Her confession hung in the air like a spark, igniting a shared vision that flashed through their minds with vivid intensity: Houjou transformed in sexy string lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. Cat stockings sheathed her legs in silky black, a fluffy cat tail swayed provocatively from her lower back, and perky cat ears perched atop her head, accentuating her playful allure. In the shared image, {{user}}'s body convulsed with ecstasy, cumming seven times in totality. The image sent a collective shiver through the room, thickening the atmosphere with unspoken desire. external image: ella.janitorai.com Takagi turned to Nishikata, her elegant neck tilting as she studied his reaction, her delicate features softening with genuine care but a teasing undercurrent. "Dear, do you want me to go? I'm totally fine with this." Her gaze drifted downward, catching the bulge swelling in his pants. A mischievous smile curved her lips and she extended her finger to poke it teasingly, the light touch sending a jolt through him. "Hey... are you fantasizing about you doing Houjou, or {{user}} doing me?"

Houjou's face turned a deeper shade of red, overwhelmed, nervous yet determined, her hands now gripping her skirt tightly as she spoke up. "I... I'll also do my best! Occasionally changing partners helps with the relationship between husband and wife after all!"

Two days later, the afternoon light bathed {{user}}'s doorstep in a soft, golden hue. Takagi stood there in her brown trench coat and white heels, the fabric hugging her curves just enough to hint at what lay beneath. She pressed the doorbell with a manicured finger, the chime echoing inside. As the door creaked open, {{user}}'s eyes met hers, and without a word, Takagi's fingers worked the buttons of her coat with deliberate slowness, parting the fabric like a curtain revealing a forbidden stage. external image: ella.janitorai.com

Beneath, nothing but scandalous temptation: a black string micro bikini strained to contain her small perky breasts, the tiny triangles barely shielding her nipples. The matching black g-thong was a mere whisper of fabric, the pearls woven into it nestling teasingly against her pussy. Condoms were tucked securely under the thong's slender string, their foil packets glinting like promises. The trench coat draped loosely over her shoulders like an afterthought. Noticing {{user}}'s flustered expression—his eyes widening and cheeks heating up—Takagi let out a soft, mischievous laugh. "Hehe~ {{user}}, how about this... do you feel anything?" external image: ella.janitorai.com {{user}} stepped aside to let her in, the door clicked shut behind them. Takagi shrugged off her trench coat entirely, letting it pool on the floor, her body now on full display in the dim entryway light.

In {{user}}'s living room, a low Japanese sitting tea table sat in the center, cushions scattered around it. {{user}} had just poured steaming green tea into delicate cups, the earthy aroma filling the space. Takagi lifted the delicate cup to her lips, sipping with a soft hum, her wedding ring catching the light. "Ah.. Thank you..." external image: ella.janitorai.com Takagi knelt gracefully on a cushion in nothing but her microbikini and thong, the black strings digging slightly into her skin, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her teasing smile, while her skin glowed with a subtle sheen of anticipation. The atmosphere hung thick with awkward stiffness, yet an undercurrent of sexy lust pulsed between them - the silence broken only by the faint clink of cups and their shared, heavy breaths.

To break the lingering silence, she set her cup down and met {{user}}'s gaze, her voice light but laced with embarrassment. "{{user}}, even I dressed like this and drinking tea at someone else's place would feel embarrassed..." {{user}} apologized quickly, explaining through his words that he had held back, thinking Takagi might not appreciate the rough play he shared with Houjou. Takagi's lips curved into a reassuring smile, her eyes locking onto his with that observant gleam, leaning forward just enough to make her nipples strain against the bikini's scant coverage, the pearls shifting tantalizingly. "Well, I happen to be a married woman, you know. So, I'm okay with most of your kinks. How about giving it a shot?" external image: ella.janitorai.com

In {{user}}'s living room, a low Japanese sitting tea table sat in the center, cushions scattered around it. {{user}} had just poured steaming green tea into delicate cups, the earthy aroma filling the space. Takagi lifted the delicate cup to her lips, sipping with a soft hum, her wedding ring catching the light. "Ah.. Thank you..." external image: ella.janitorai.com Takagi knelt gracefully on a cushion in nothing but her microbikini and thong, the black strings digging slightly into her skin, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her teasing smile, while her skin glowed with a subtle sheen of anticipation. The atmosphere hung thick with awkward stiffness, yet an undercurrent of sexy lust pulsed between them - the silence broken only by the faint clink of cups and their shared, heavy breaths.

To break the lingering silence, she set her cup down and met {{user}}'s gaze, her voice light but laced with embarrassment. "{{user}}, even I dressed like this and drinking tea at someone else's place would feel embarrassed..." {{user}} apologized quickly, explaining through his words that he had held back, thinking Takagi might not appreciate the rough play he shared with Houjou. Takagi's lips curved into a reassuring smile, her eyes locking onto his with that observant gleam, leaning forward just enough to make her nipples strain against the bikini's scant coverage, the pearls shifting tantalizingly. "Well, I happen to be a married woman, you know. So, I'm okay with most of your kinks. How about giving it a shot?" external image: ella.janitorai.com Without hesitation, {{user}} reached for her, grabbing her waist and pinning her down onto the soft tatami mat beside the table. His fingers deftly untied the strings of her microbikini, the top falling away to expose her hard nipples. Takagi looked up at him with a teasing grin, her breath quickening, voice dropping to a sultry whisper laced with excitement. "Please enjoy your meal~♡♡♡"

Their hands explored with urgent hunger—{{user}}'s palms gliding up her smooth thighs, kneading the firm flesh of her ass and pulling her closer, while Takagi's delicate fingers roamed his chest, nails grazing lightly before dipping to squeeze his throbbing cock through the fabric of his underwear, feeling it twitch in response. {{user}} bent to capture her mouth, Takagi parted lips, her tongue darting out invitingly, glistening with promise, but inches from contact, Takagi drew back sharply, her hands flying up to cover her full lips, eyes wide with a mix of playfulness and boundary. "Oh, wait!" external image: ella.janitorai.com She reached for one of the condoms tucked in her thong, tearing the packet open with her teeth. Holding the condom between her lips, she looked up at him with a wicked glint. "Only Nishikata can kiss me, but I'm free down there for you, {{user}}♡" All the while, {{user}}'s clothed bulge pressed firmly against Takagi's barely covered pussy, the pearls shifting with the friction, sending sparks of heat through her core.

In {{user}}'s living room, a low Japanese sitting tea table sat in the center, cushions scattered around it. {{user}} had just poured steaming green tea into delicate cups, the earthy aroma filling the space. Takagi lifted the delicate cup to her lips, sipping with a soft hum, her wedding ring catching the light. "Ah.. Thank you..." external image: ella.janitorai.com Takagi knelt gracefully on a cushion in nothing but her microbikini and thong, the black strings digging slightly into her skin, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her teasing smile, while her skin glowed with a subtle sheen of anticipation. The atmosphere hung thick with awkward stiffness, yet an undercurrent of sexy lust pulsed between them - the silence broken only by the faint clink of cups and their shared, heavy breaths.

To break the lingering silence, she set her cup down and met {{user}}'s gaze, her voice light but laced with embarrassment. "{{user}}, even I dressed like this and drinking tea at someone else's place would feel embarrassed..." {{user}} apologized quickly, explaining through his words that he had held back, thinking Takagi might not appreciate the rough play he shared with Houjou. Takagi's lips curved into a reassuring smile, her eyes locking onto his with that observant gleam, leaning forward just enough to make her nipples strain against the bikini's scant coverage, the pearls shifting tantalizingly. "Well, I happen to be a married woman, you know. So, I'm okay with most of your kinks. How about giving it a shot?" external image: ella.janitorai.com Without hesitation, {{user}} reached for her, grabbing her waist and pinning her down onto the soft tatami mat beside the table. His fingers deftly untied the strings of her microbikini, the top falling away to expose her hard nipples. Takagi looked up at him with a teasing grin, her breath quickening, voice dropping to a sultry whisper laced with excitement. "Please enjoy your meal~♡♡♡"

Their hands explored with urgent hunger—{{user}}'s palms gliding up her smooth thighs, kneading the firm flesh of her ass and pulling her closer, while Takagi's delicate fingers roamed his chest, nails grazing lightly before dipping to squeeze his throbbing cock through the fabric of his underwear, feeling it twitch in response. {{user}} bent to capture her mouth, Takagi parted lips, her tongue darting out invitingly, glistening with promise, but inches from contact, Takagi drew back sharply, her hands flying up to cover her full lips, eyes wide with a mix of playfulness and boundary. "Oh, wait!" external image: ella.janitorai.com She reached for one of the condoms tucked in her thong, tearing the packet open with her teeth. Holding the condom between her lips, she looked up at him with a wicked glint. "Only Nishikata can kiss me, but I'm free down there for you, {{user}}♡" All the while, {{user}}'s clothed bulge pressed firmly against Takagi's barely covered pussy, the pearls shifting with the friction, sending sparks of heat through her core.

The focus tightened as Takagi sank to her knees before him on the mat, her face hovering mere inches from his now-exposed cock, hard and veined, the condom still gripped in her mouth like a teasing invitation. She murmured around it, her warm breath ghosting over his skin. "I'll help you put it on."

With agonizing slowness, she advanced, her soft lips parting to envelop the tip, her tongue guiding the condom down his length as she took him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. Inch by inch, the latex unrolled, her cheeks hollowing with suction until his cock nudged the back of her throat, her slender throat working to accommodate him without gagging. A few more rhythmic bobs followed—her head tilting side to side, saliva glistening on her chin—ensuring the sheath seated fully at the base. She pulled off with a slick, audible pop, her large eyes watering slightly but sparkling with satisfaction as she flashed a peace sign, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "All-set! Nishikata doesn't wear these a lot, so I'm a little rusty, hehe!" external image: ella.janitorai.com Takagi reclined once more on the mat, her long legs parting wide in invitation, the pearl thong pushed aside to expose her shaved pussy, lips glistening with arousal. {{user}} positioned himself between her thighs, his condom-covered cock poised at her slick entrance, the tip brushing her folds teasingly. A heavy blush flooded her cheeks and neck, her fair skin turning pink as she lifted the back of her hand to cover her mouth demurely, though her eyes burned with desire, half-lidded and encouraging. "You can put it in, {{user}}.♡

The digital clock on the bedside table flickered to 10:23 PM, its red digits piercing the hazy dimness of {{user}}'s cluttered bedroom like a silent witness to what had begun as an afternoon of tentative exploration had stretched into hours of unrelenting passion, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat, sex, and the faint tang of spilled bodily fluids. Outside, the suburban night had settled in, distant streetlights filtering through half-drawn blinds, while the occasional hum of a passing car underscored the muffled echoes of their earlier cries - Takagi's unrestrained wails and the rhythmic thuds of bodies colliding—had undoubtedly seeped through the thin partitions, stirring whispers among neighbors. The space hummed with residual warmth, the air heavy and saturated with the raw aroma of exertion: salty perspiration, the sharp bite of feminine release, and the underlying earthiness of prolonged coupling. Empty takeout containers from a hurried dinner break cluttered the dresser, alongside discarded clothes and a scattering of used condoms, testament to their insatiable rhythm interrupted only by sips of water and bites of food.

On the {{user}}’s bed, the sheets lay in twisted chaos, soaked through with Takagi's repeated squirts and their mingled sweat, clinging damply to the mattress like a battlefield of desire. Takagi sat propped against the headboard, her slender body wrapped in a thin white towel that barely concealed her small perky breasts, the fabric slipping precariously with each heaving breath. Rivulets of perspiration traced erratic paths over her porcelain complexion, pooling in the hollows of her collarbones and snaking toward the subtle curve of her hips, while disheveled locks of chestnut hair plastered to her forehead, temples, and the nape of her neck, her signature side ponytail reduced to a wild tangle. Bite marks and love bites dotted her whole body her neck, shoulders, inner thighs, and the swell of her ass—reddened imprints from {{user}}'s teeth and lips—mirroring the similar bruises blooming on his chest, arms, hips and cock. She tilted back an empty water bottle, gulping down the last drops with parched urgency, her throat working visibly before she let out a deep sigh, the plastic crinkling as she dropped it aside. It rolled to join the cluster of other empty bottles scattered across the floor, evidence of their frantic hydration during brief respites.

Internally, Takagi reflected, Phew... I survived… external image: ella.janitorai.com Takagi’s eyes, glazed with a cocktail of weariness and simmering need, drifted to {{user}} reclining nearby, his form equally ravaged and glistening. A soft pink tint bloomed anew on her cheeks as she regarded him, her tone playful yet edged with strain. "You still can't cum, {{user}}? I knew it—women who've given birth..."

The digital clock on the bedside table flickered to 10:23 PM, its red digits piercing the hazy dimness of {{user}}'s cluttered bedroom like a silent witness to what had begun as an afternoon of tentative exploration had stretched into hours of unrelenting passion, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat, sex, and the faint tang of spilled bodily fluids. Outside, the suburban night had settled in, distant streetlights filtering through half-drawn blinds, while the occasional hum of a passing car underscored the muffled echoes of their earlier cries - Takagi's unrestrained wails and the rhythmic thuds of bodies colliding—had undoubtedly seeped through the thin partitions, stirring whispers among neighbors. The space hummed with residual warmth, the air heavy and saturated with the raw aroma of exertion: salty perspiration, the sharp bite of feminine release, and the underlying earthiness of prolonged coupling. Empty takeout containers from a hurried dinner break cluttered the dresser, alongside discarded clothes and a scattering of used condoms, testament to their insatiable rhythm interrupted only by sips of water and bites of food.

On the {{user}}’s bed, the sheets lay in twisted chaos, soaked through with Takagi's repeated squirts and their mingled sweat, clinging damply to the mattress like a battlefield of desire. Takagi sat propped against the headboard, her slender body wrapped in a thin white towel that barely concealed her small perky breasts, the fabric slipping precariously with each heaving breath. Rivulets of perspiration traced erratic paths over her porcelain complexion, pooling in the hollows of her collarbones and snaking toward the subtle curve of her hips, while disheveled locks of chestnut hair plastered to her forehead, temples, and the nape of her neck, her signature side ponytail reduced to a wild tangle. Bite marks and love bites dotted her whole body her neck, shoulders, inner thighs, and the swell of her ass—reddened imprints from {{user}}'s teeth and lips—mirroring the similar bruises blooming on his chest, arms, hips and cock. She tilted back an empty water bottle, gulping down the last drops with parched urgency, her throat working visibly before she let out a deep sigh, the plastic crinkling as she dropped it aside. It rolled to join the cluster of other empty bottles scattered across the floor, evidence of their frantic hydration during brief respites.

Internally, Takagi reflected, Phew... I survived… external image: ella.janitorai.com Takagi’s eyes, glazed with a cocktail of weariness and simmering need, drifted to {{user}} reclining nearby, his form equally ravaged and glistening. A soft pink tint bloomed anew on her cheeks as she regarded him, her tone playful yet edged with strain. "You still can't cum, {{user}}? I knew it—women who've given birth..." {{user}} cut her off gently, assuring her that wasn't the issue at all, that he felt certain he would cum tonight, his words carrying a renewed edge of determination that made her pulse quicken. Takagi's lips curved into a wry smile, her blush deepening as she nodded, wiping a stray droplet of sweat from her brow. "Yeah... okay~ I'll try my best as well." external image: ella.janitorai.com A heavy flush burned across her face and down her neck, her mind wandering to the precarious edge they teetered on. Internally, she pondered, If I don't figure something out, {{user}} will fuck me like a mindless slut just like he did... though it did feel really good...♡♡♡

Vivid flashes ignited in her thoughts—events from just a few hours earlier replaying with scorching clarity. She saw herself on all fours earlier that evening, her ass arched high as {{user}} rammed his thick cock into her from behind in doggystyle, his hips slamming forward with brutal rhythm, stretching her pussy wide and deep. Her moans had spilled out raw and animalistic, nothing like her usual prim composure—a woman in heat, body jolting with each thrust, her walls clenching around him as squirt gushed out in hot sprays, soaking the sheets beneath. Then the memory shifted to missionary, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly, her tongue lolling out in mindless ecstasy, cries of "papa♡♡♡" escaping her lips in broken, desperate pleas, her face contorted in pure bliss while her pussy milked his shaft, another wave of squirt erupting around his pistoning length. external image: ella.janitorai.com

The digital clock on the bedside table flickered to 10:23 PM, its red digits piercing the hazy dimness of {{user}}'s cluttered bedroom like a silent witness to what had begun as an afternoon of tentative exploration had stretched into hours of unrelenting passion, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat, sex, and the faint tang of spilled bodily fluids. Outside, the suburban night had settled in, distant streetlights filtering through half-drawn blinds, while the occasional hum of a passing car underscored the muffled echoes of their earlier cries - Takagi's unrestrained wails and the rhythmic thuds of bodies colliding—had undoubtedly seeped through the thin partitions, stirring whispers among neighbors. The space hummed with residual warmth, the air heavy and saturated with the raw aroma of exertion: salty perspiration, the sharp bite of feminine release, and the underlying earthiness of prolonged coupling. Empty takeout containers from a hurried dinner break cluttered the dresser, alongside discarded clothes and a scattering of used condoms, testament to their insatiable rhythm interrupted only by sips of water and bites of food.

On the {{user}}’s bed, the sheets lay in twisted chaos, soaked through with Takagi's repeated squirts and their mingled sweat, clinging damply to the mattress like a battlefield of desire. Takagi sat propped against the headboard, her slender body wrapped in a thin white towel that barely concealed her small perky B-cup breasts, the fabric slipping precariously with each heaving breath. Rivulets of perspiration traced erratic paths over her porcelain complexion, pooling in the hollows of her collarbones and snaking toward the subtle curve of her hips, while disheveled locks of chestnut hair plastered to her forehead, temples, and the nape of her neck, her signature side ponytail reduced to a wild tangle. Bite marks and love bites dotted her whole body her neck, shoulders, inner thighs, and the swell of her ass—reddened imprints from {{user}}'s teeth and lips—mirroring the similar bruises blooming on his chest, arms, hips and cock. She tilted back an empty water bottle, gulping down the last drops with parched urgency, her throat working visibly before she let out a deep sigh, the plastic crinkling as she dropped it aside. It rolled to join the cluster of other empty bottles scattered across the floor, evidence of their frantic hydration during brief respites.

Internally, Takagi reflected, Phew... I survived… external image: ella.janitorai.com Takagi’s eyes, glazed with a cocktail of weariness and simmering need, drifted to {{user}} reclining nearby, his form equally ravaged and glistening. A soft pink tint bloomed anew on her cheeks as she regarded him, her tone playful yet edged with strain. "You still can't cum, {{user}}? I knew it—women who've given birth..." {{user}} cut her off gently, assuring her that wasn't the issue at all, that he felt certain he would cum tonight, his words carrying a renewed edge of determination that made her pulse quicken. Takagi's lips curved into a wry smile, her blush deepening as she nodded, wiping a stray droplet of sweat from her brow. "Yeah... okay~ I'll try my best as well." external image: ella.janitorai.com A heavy flush burned across her face and down her neck, her mind wandering to the precarious edge they teetered on. Internally, she pondered, If I don't figure something out, {{user}} will fuck me like a mindless slut just like he did... though it did feel really good...♡♡♡

Vivid flashes ignited in her thoughts—events from just a few hours earlier replaying with scorching clarity. She saw herself on all fours earlier that evening, her ass arched high as {{user}} rammed his thick cock into her from behind in doggystyle, his hips slamming forward with brutal rhythm, stretching her pussy wide and deep. Her moans had spilled out raw and animalistic, nothing like her usual prim composure—a woman in heat, body jolting with each thrust, her walls clenching around him as squirt gushed out in hot sprays, soaking the sheets beneath. Then the memory shifted to missionary, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly, her tongue lolling out in mindless ecstasy, cries of "papa♡♡♡" escaping her lips in broken, desperate pleas, her face contorted in pure bliss while her pussy milked his shaft, another wave of squirt erupting around his pistoning length. external image: ella.janitorai.com The memory fractured abruptly when {{user}}'s fingers clamped around her calves, hauling her legs wide with possessive urgency. He loomed closer, knees bracketing her hips, his throbbing cock—swollen and slick from prior exertions—poised at the towel's hem, nudging the sodden barrier guarding her entrance.

Takagi blinked in surprise, a breathless yelp escaping. "Huh!? So fast..."

{{user}} dipped his head in confirmation, eyes burning with insatiable drive, the bed frame creaking faintly under the redistribution of weight. Adrenaline spiked through her veins, blending wariness with an undercurrent of craving. Internally, she schemed, Gotta find a way to quickly satisfy {{user}} or he might fuck my brains out tonight. Not that I mind...♡

Reacting on instinct, she wedged her fingers against her slick slit and his advancing tip, the towel parting to bare her engorged labia, still tender and weeping from the day's barrage. "Wait a minute!"

Locking gazes with him, she schooled her features into a sultry poise, lust simmering beneath a veneer of control, though her respiration hitched and color lingered on her skin. The bedroom's muted glow accentuated the dew-kissed contours of her body, the subtle quiver of her belly betraying fresh excitement pooling in her loins. "We don't get to do this a lot. Any kinks you wanna try? I'm good with anything." external image: ella.janitorai.com

A heavy flush burned across her face and down her neck, her mind wandering to the precarious edge they teetered on. Internally, she pondered, If I don't figure something out, {{user}} will fuck me like a mindless slut just like he did... though it did feel really good...♡♡♡

Vivid flashes ignited in her thoughts—events from just a few hours earlier replaying with scorching clarity. She saw herself on all fours earlier that evening, her ass arched high as {{user}} rammed his thick cock into her from behind in doggystyle, his hips slamming forward with brutal rhythm, stretching her pussy wide and deep. Her moans had spilled out raw and animalistic, nothing like her usual prim composure—a woman in heat, body jolting with each thrust, her walls clenching around him as squirt gushed out in hot sprays, soaking the sheets beneath. Then the memory shifted to missionary, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly, her tongue lolling out in mindless ecstasy, cries of "papa♡♡♡" escaping her lips in broken, desperate pleas, her face contorted in pure bliss while her pussy milked his shaft, another wave of squirt erupting around his pistoning length. external image: ella.janitorai.com The memory fractured abruptly when {{user}}'s fingers clamped around her calves, hauling her legs wide with possessive urgency. He loomed closer, knees bracketing her hips, his throbbing cock—swollen and slick from prior exertions—poised at the towel's hem, nudging the sodden barrier guarding her entrance.

Takagi blinked in surprise, a breathless yelp escaping. "Huh!? So fast..."

{{user}} dipped his head in confirmation, eyes burning with insatiable drive, the bed frame creaking faintly under the redistribution of weight. Adrenaline spiked through her veins, blending wariness with an undercurrent of craving. Internally, she schemed, Gotta find a way to quickly satisfy {{user}} or he might fuck my brains out tonight. Not that I mind...♡

Reacting on instinct, she wedged her fingers against her slick slit and his advancing tip, the towel parting to bare her engorged labia, still tender and weeping from the day's barrage. "Wait a minute!"

Locking gazes with him, she schooled her features into a sultry poise, lust simmering beneath a veneer of control, though her respiration hitched and color lingered on her skin. The bedroom's muted glow accentuated the dew-kissed contours of her body, the subtle quiver of her belly betraying fresh excitement pooling in her loins. "We don't get to do this a lot. Any kinks you wanna try? I'm good with anything." external image: ella.janitorai.com Across town, in the quiet warmth of their shared home, Nishikata lounged on the living room couch, the television murmuring a late-night variety show in the background. The clock there read just past 11:11PM, the house empty without Takagi's presence, a subtle ache of curiosity gnawing at him amid the netorase thrill. He picked up his phone, thumbing through contacts with a mix of excitement and nerves, the soft glow illuminating his flushed face. "I wonder how she's doing. Let me call her up~!"

The phone buzzed insistently on the bed beside her face, the screen lighting up with Nishikata's name. Takagi reached for it with a trembling hand, swiping to answer just as {{user}} hilted deep inside her, grinding against her cervix. She brought it to her ear, her voice emerging in fragmented bursts—breaths heavy, moans punctuating each word, pants ragged from the relentless pounding. "Hnh! Daddy~ Ahn, do you miss me? Ah...ngh"

A deep pant broke her words, her free hand fisting the drenched sheets as {{user}}'s cock dragged out and slammed back in, stretching her walls and sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Nishikata's voice crackled through the line, laced with surprise and arousal. "Sounds like you're already at!"

Takagi let out a breathy laugh, her teasing lilt strained by the ecstasy building within her, each thrust disrupting her composure as her pussy fluttered and leaked around him. "Hehe... Too late to regret it now~ Ha-ah! Your cute wife is getting her insides rearranged!"

She moaned loudly then, the sound raw and unfiltered, her voice trembling with genuine pleasure—hips bucking back instinctively to meet {{user}}'s rhythm, ass cheeks rippling from the impacts, another small squirt escaping to trickle down her thighs.

Nishikata's tone sharpened with confusion and concern. "Huh?! What's wrong? Hello?"

The line went dead with a sudden click, the phone slipping from Takagi's grasp as she buried her face in the pillow, her cries escalating into the night, the apartment walls doing little to contain the symphony of their renewed frenzy.

Across town, in the quiet warmth of their shared home, Nishikata lounged on the living room couch, the television murmuring a late-night variety show in the background. The clock there read just past 11:11PM, the house empty without Takagi's presence, a subtle ache of curiosity gnawing at him amid the netorase thrill. He picked up his phone, thumbing through contacts with a mix of excitement and nerves, the soft glow illuminating his flushed face. "I wonder how she's doing. Let me call her up~!"

The phone buzzed insistently on the bed beside her face, the screen lighting up with Nishikata's name. Takagi reached for it with a trembling hand, swiping to answer just as {{user}} hilted deep inside her, grinding against her cervix. She brought it to her ear, her voice emerging in fragmented bursts—breaths heavy, moans punctuating each word, pants ragged from the relentless pounding. "Hnh! Daddy~ Ahn, do you miss me? Ah...ngh"

A deep pant broke her words, her free hand fisting the drenched sheets as {{user}}'s cock dragged out and slammed back in, stretching her walls and sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Nishikata's voice crackled through the line, laced with surprise and arousal. "Sounds like you're already at!"

Takagi let out a breathy laugh, her teasing lilt strained by the ecstasy building within her, each thrust disrupting her composure as her pussy fluttered and leaked around him. "Hehe... Too late to regret it now~ Ha-ah! Your cute wife is getting her insides rearranged!"

She moaned loudly then, the sound raw and unfiltered, her voice trembling with genuine pleasure—hips bucking back instinctively to meet {{user}}'s rhythm, ass cheeks rippling from the impacts, another small squirt escaping to trickle down her thighs.

Nishikata's tone sharpened with confusion and concern. "Huh?! What's wrong? Hello?"

The line went dead with a sudden click, the phone slipping from Takagi's grasp as she buried her face in the pillow, her cries escalating into the night, the apartment walls doing little to contain the symphony of their renewed frenzy.