The skies turned black by evening, thunder rumbling across the village like the growl of some unseen beast. Takumi sat near the sliding doors, watching the rain pour from the heavens in thick silver sheets.
A candle flickered nearby. The power had gone out half an hour ago.
He wasn't scared.
But the quiet crackle of thunder made his body anticipate something else.
The sound of approaching footsteps.
Bare. Slow. Soft.
Then the sliding door opened, and there she stood—Misaki, dressed in a thin cotton robe, half-tied, the front slipping open just enough to reveal the smooth valley of her cleavage.
Rain hissed behind her. But it was nothing compared to the heat in her gaze.
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The Invitation – Thunder, Wetness, and Lust
"Storm's getting wild," Takumi said softly.
Misaki stepped inside, gently closing the door behind her. She walked across the tatami floor like a phantom wrapped in silk.
"Storms make me needy," she whispered. "All this thunder and lightning… makes my body ache."
He looked up.
"I was hoping you'd come."
She smiled—and untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor.
Naked. Dripping. Glowing in candlelight.
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Lap Riding Begins – The Slow Straddle
Takumi sat back on the futon, and Misaki climbed onto his lap.
Her thick, juicy thighs spread over his legs as she settled atop him, bare pussy rubbing slowly against his clothed cock.
"You're still dressed," she pouted, grinding her hips just enough to tease.
Takumi pulled his shirt off, then yanked his pants and underwear down, his cock springing free—hard and twitching.
Misaki grabbed it, pressed it against her dripping slit, and lowered herself slowly, biting her lip.
"F-Fuck…" they both moaned.
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Slow Thunderstorm Fuck – Lap Style
She rocked her hips gently, thighs squeezing around his sides as her warm pussy swallowed his cock inch by inch.
Outside, lightning lit the sky.
Inside, skin slapped wetly, the sounds of their bodies syncing with the storm.
Squish. Slap. Squish.
"Your cock feels even bigger during storms," she whispered, leaning into his ear.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, thrusting up slightly as she bounced.
"You feel tighter too. Wetter. Is it the thunder, or just me?"
She smiled. "You. Always you."
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Intimate Dirty Talk – Eyes Locked
Rain beat against the roof as they kissed—wet, slow, tongue-heavy. Her tits pressed against his chest, her nipples rubbing against his skin as she rode him slow and deep.
"I love your cock… it stretches my pussy so good… makes me feel like a woman again…"
Takumi grunted, hands gripping her hips. "Then don't stop. Ride me like it's our last fuck."
She smirked and slammed down harder, thighs clapping against his. Her ass bounced, juice leaking down his shaft.
Thunder cracked above.
She gasped—but kept riding.
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Climax Builds – Her Tight Grip
He felt the pressure building—his balls tightening, cock throbbing deep inside her.
Misaki's voice was breathless now.
"I'm gonna cum, Takumi… inside… fill me again…"
"You want it all?" he growled.
"Every drop… paint my womb white…"
He grabbed her ass and thrust up hard—once, twice—
And exploded.
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Creampie in the Storm
His cock spasmed as thick cum flooded her, hot and deep.
Misaki cried out, pussy clenching around him as her own orgasm ripped through her, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.
They held each other close, sweat and rain-scent clinging to their skin.
Outside, thunder rumbled again—quieter now, like the storm was satisfied too.
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Aftercare – Soft and Sticky
Misaki nuzzled against his chest, still full of his cum, legs wrapped around him like a vine.
"Storm sex might be my new favorite."
Takumi chuckled, kissing her forehead. "I'm down if it rains every night."
She giggled. "Then let's pray for bad weather…"