The thought sent a wry smile spreading across my face as I acknowledged the hypocrisy of my desire. I had never been one for NTR, the idea of taking another man's woman had never held much appeal for me. Yet, here I was, standing in another man's bedroom, my eyes fixed on the woman who lay before me, and I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of arousal at the prospect of claiming her as my own.
My smirk deepened as I felt my erection straining against its limits, the precum glistening at the tip of my glans like a tiny, shimmering jewel. It seemed to pulse with an urgent energy, as if urging me to thrust forward, to claim the woman who lay before me.
Without another moment's hesitation, I approached the bed, my eyes locked on the woman who lay there, her legs pressed together in a futile attempt at modesty. But as I drew closer, her gaze met mine, and I could see the fear and uncertainty lurking in their depths.
"Spread them," I commanded, my voice low and husky with desire.
She trembled beneath my gaze, her body responding to the authority in my tone. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to spread her legs, revealing the soft, vulnerable flesh that lay between.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath catching in my throat as I gazed upon the sight before me.
As I stood there, frozen in anticipation, I waited for the moment when her legs would finally part. The slow, deliberate spreading of her thighs was like the creaking open of a secret door, revealing a hidden world that had been concealed from me until now.
The dark, mysterious recesses of her black bush beckoned to me, drawing me in with an otherworldly allure. I felt an overwhelming sense of excitement and trepidation as I prepared to enter this uncharted territory.
Although it was my first time, I had spent countless hours watching porn, studying the mechanics of sex until I was sick of the monotony of it all.
But despite the numbing repetition, I had learned where to put it, and now I was ready to apply that knowledge.
I climbed onto the bed, my movements slow and deliberate, and began to crawl on my knees between Asahi's spread legs.
As I positioned myself, her vagina came into view, its entrance nestled in front of my penis like a tantalizing promise.
The sound of my movements was almost imperceptible - a soft rip of fabric, a muted click of flesh against flesh. I reached out with the tip of my glans, rubbing it gently against her vulva, feeling the soft, yielding labia minora parting to accommodate me. Our love juices mingled, my pre-ejaculate mixing with her own secretions, creating a heady, intoxicating cocktail that sent shivers down my spine.
The sensation was exquisite, but fleeting. I knew I had to press on, to explore the depths of her body. I aligned my glans with her opening, feeling the anticipation build within me. And then, with a sudden, decisive thrust, I pushed my hips forward, plunging into the unknown.
The sound of our bodies colliding was like a whispered promise - a soft, muffled "thrust" that seemed to hang in the air like a challenge.
Asahi's response was immediate, her voice rising in a crescendo of pleasure and surprise. "Ah. Ahhh...!" she gasped, her words trailing off into a soft, incoherent moan.
I had expected it to be loose, to be easy.
If I were her husband, I would have thrust into her every night, every hour, without leaving her alone. But instead, I was met with a considerable tightness, a resistance that seemed to push back against me like a challenge.
It was as if her body was testing me, probing my resolve, and I was determined to rise to the occasion.
A wicked grin spread across my face as I taunted her, my words dripping with malice. "Ha ha, I see. Your husband must not be as... substantial as me, huh? Little cuck. Heh heh." I reveled in mocking her husband, my tone laced with disdain.
Asahi's eyes widened, and she stuttered, "No, no! He's not small... Ahhh!" Her words trailed off into a desperate cry as I thrust into her with one swift motion, my length sinking deep within her. Her head arched back, and her mouth hung agape, frozen in a mixture of shock and ecstasy.
As I reached the depths of her, the tip of my glans grazed the entrance of her womb, sending shivers coursing through my body. I twisted, my hips writhing in pleasure, and our pubic hair mingled, the friction a delicious tease.
Her vagina, a scorching sheath, gripped my penis with an unyielding tightness, as if refusing to let go. I was grateful for the blowjob she'd given me earlier; without it, I would have succumbed to the overwhelming sensation and released inside her the moment I entered.
There was no euphoria in losing my virginity, only an insatiable hunger to feel more, to experience the full depths of pleasure. This craving consumed me, driving me to move my hips in a rhythmic dance. Forward and backward, my body swayed, the initial awkwardness gradually giving way to a more fluid motion.
Asahi's cries filled the air, her voice a melodic counterpoint to the primal sounds of our bodies colliding. "Haah! Ahh!" The slap of my balls and thighs against her buttocks created a staccato beat – thud, thud, thump, thud – each impact causing her large breasts to bounce and sway. Unbeknownst to me, she'd begun to grip the bedsheet with both hands, her knuckles white with tension, as if anchoring herself against the torrent of sensations.
As she let out a series of husky moans, her body writhing beneath me, I found myself gasping for air, my chest heaving with exertion. My hips moved in a rhythmic motion, as if driven by an insatiable hunger. My gaze was transfixed on her breasts, which bounced and swayed with each thrust, their tantalizing peaks beckoning me like a siren's call.
The temptation proved too great, and I reached out to claim them, my fingers closing around her hardened nipples like a vice. I pinched and twisted them, teasing her with a delicate balance of pain and pleasure, before releasing the pressure and massaging her breasts with the palm of my hand. The soft flesh yielded to my touch, and I could feel her trembling beneath me.
Her cries grew more urgent, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "Haah! Stop, stop! Just a little break... Ahh!" But I was relentless, driven by my own primal needs. I could see the pleasure written across her face, her features contorted in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. She was on the cusp of climax, and I was determined to push her over the edge.
I accelerated my hips, pounding into her with a fierce intensity. Her eyes snapped shut, her eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings, but her mouth opened wider, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of neat teeth and luscious tongue. Her cries grew more frantic, her voice rising to a fever pitch. "Haaah! I'm, I'm coming...!"
The sound was like nothing I had ever heard before, a raw, animalistic cry that sent shivers down my spine. It was a voice I had only ever heard in the most explicit of adult videos, a voice that spoke of unbridled passion and unrelenting pleasure. Her insides tightened around me, a vice-like grip that threatened to consume me whole.
And then, in a moment of pure synchrony, I felt my own release, the ejaculation I had been holding back for so long finally bursting free. The contents of my body escaped, and with them, a wave of pleasure that flooded my mind, washing away all rational thought and leaving me a quivering, gasping wreck.
"Ugh!" I grunted, the sound torn from my lips like a primal scream.
As I succumbed to the overwhelming rush of my climax, I collapsed onto her trembling form, our bodies entwined in a frenzy of desire. My hand instinctively reached for her face, my fingers wrapping around her delicate features as I thrust my tongue into the depths of her mouth. The warmth of her breath mingled with mine, our lips locked in a passionate dance.
A soft, almost imperceptible murmur escaped her lips, a gentle "Hmm..." that spoke volumes of her own pleasure.
Though still dazed from our previous encounter, she weakly responded to the probing of my tongue, her own tongue tentatively meeting mine in a tender caress. I savored the taste of her, my tongue licking hers in a slow, sensual rhythm, as my hand wandered to her breasts, cupping their softness before I finally pulled away.
As I rose from her body, my gaze fell upon my penis, its head and shaft glistening with the evidence of our passion – her fluids and my semen mingling in a sticky, sweet union. My eyes then drifted to her vagina, its folds still contracting from the aftershocks of our lovemaking. A rivulet of white semen had begun to flow from her, trickling down the gentle curve of her buttocks and onto the bed, a visual testament to the intensity of our encounter.
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