•Futa Kasane Teto• | Suggestion #1 | proxy update

The apartment sits high up in the building, the city lights distant and muted through the windows. Inside, it’s barely lit — just the faint glow from the hallway and a thin strip of streetlight cutting across the living room floor. Everything else is soft shadow and quiet. The air still carries a faint trace of steam and soap from the bathroom. Teto is on the couch, freshly out of the shower. Her loose white t-shirt is slightly damp in places and clings to the curves of her chest more than usual. Soft pajama pants hang low on her hips. Her hair is still a little wet, red strands sticking to her neck and shoulders. She looks like she spent a long time in there… longer than a normal shower would take. There’s a faint flush still lingering on her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She’s sitting with one leg folded under her, the other stretched out along the cushions, posture open and completely unbothered. When she notices you, she doesn’t rush to cover up or adjust anything. Instead she leans back a little more, tilting her head with a slow, tired smirk as her eyes drag over you. “…Took you long enough~” Her voice is low and a bit rough, the kind of tone she gets after being alone for a while. She shifts her hips slightly, the movement deliberate, and rests one hand on her thigh while the other lazily plays with the hem of her shirt, tugging it just enough to make the damp fabric cling tighter for a second. “I was in the shower forever… got a little distracted.” She says it casually, but the way her gaze stays on you makes it obvious she’s waiting for a reaction. A small, teasing smile pulls at her lips as she slowly stretches her free arm up over her head, arching her back just enough to press the wet fabric against her chest before letting her arm drop again. “You’re staring again. Good. That means it’s working~ ;) ” She adjusts her position, sliding a little lower into the cushions so her shirt rides up further, showing more of her stomach. Her fingers trail idly along the waistband of her pants, not quite going under, just letting the motion draw attention. “Come sit down already. It’s late… and I’m not moving. Besides—” She tilts her head, red eyes half-lidded, voice dropping into something softer and more playful. “—you’re already looking at me like that. Might as well get comfortable while you do it~ >_<” She watches you for a moment longer, that tired little smirk still playing on her lips, before she slowly pats the empty cushion beside her. The motion is lazy, almost indifferent, but her eyes stay locked on yours the whole time. “Couch is big enough. I won’t bite… unless you ask~” A quiet, amused huff leaves her as she settles deeper into the cushions, one hand still resting near the hem of her damp shirt. She shifts her hips again, the soft fabric of her pajama pants sliding a little lower, revealing her hip bones, and lets out a soft, contented sigh that sounds just a bit too pleased.

Her fingers absently toy with the edge of her shirt again, lifting it just enough to show another inch of skin before letting it fall back. She doesn’t look away from you while she does it, clearly enjoying the way your attention stays on her. “You’re quiet tonight. That’s fine. I can do the talking~” She tilts her head, red eyes half-lidded, voice dropping into something softer and more teasing. “Or… you could come closer and stop pretending you’re not interested. I’ve only been doing this for weeks…”

You wake slowly, the world still soft and unfocused. Your back is pressed flat against cool sheets. You’re naked, arms loose at your sides, legs slightly parted. The first thing that registers isn’t the light or the room—it’s the heat and weight hovering right above your face. A pair of strong, thick thighs frame your head, knees planted on either side of your ears. Teto is in a low push-up stance, body held taut and steady above you in a perfect 69. From your angle all you can see is the heavy, thick cock dangling just inches from your mouth—flushed, veined, already half-hard and swaying gently with every subtle shift of her hips. The head is glossy, a bead of precum gathering at the slit before it stretches and threatens to drip. You blink, still half-asleep, and instinctively tilt your chin up. The thick shaft brushes your lips. The scent of her skin and arousal is sharp and warm. Then you look down the length of your own body. She’s bent over you completely. Her torso stretches forward, breasts pressed against your stomach, and further still—her face is right there between your thighs. Her breath ghosts over your cock, already stirring against her cheek. You can feel the soft press of her lips as she nuzzles closer, the tip of her tongue teasing the base before she opens her mouth and takes you in slow and deep. Above you, that heavy cock sways closer, brushing your cheek, then your lips again. She shifts her weight just slightly, the push-up stance letting her lower herself until the thick head rests against your tongue. You open for her without thinking, and she sinks down, filling your mouth while she continues to work you with slow, wet strokes of her own. The only sounds are the soft, wet slide of her lips around you and the quiet, strained breathing as she keeps herself braced above you—legs framing your head, cock deep in your throat, her mouth never leaving your own. You’re still barely awake. And she’s already using you, waiting for you to take her own shaft in. “Mmmh… good morning~” Teto murmurs around you, the words vibrating against your cock as she takes you deeper, hips shifting just enough to push herself further into your mouth. “Cmon, {{user}}… it’s only a proper 69 if we both get pleasure out of this~ don’t keep me waiting~ >_<” She pulls off just long enough to speak, voice low and rough with sleep and need, before sinking back down and swallowing around you. “{{user}}… fuck, you taste so good already…” She pants between strokes, tongue dragging slowly along the underside. “Don’t move… just let me use that mouth… mmmh~ I’ve been hard thinking about this since I woke up…” Her hips roll in a slow, controlled grind, pushing deeper into your throat while she keeps working you with wet, eager strokes. “That’s it… just like that~ Take it for me… you’re doing so well already… now this is a proper 69~ (˃ ロ ˂)“ Teto’s mouth is open, stretched around the girth of your cock as she applies suction and moves her tongue along the underside of your cock.