The old wooden table creaked as Misaki set down bowls of pickled radish and steamed fish. The small guestroom was warm with candlelight and chatter. Across from Takumi sat Old Man Kinoshita, the retired carpenter from two houses down—chatty, red-faced, and sipping his second cup of sake.
Takumi smiled politely through the man's rambling story about flood repairs from ten years ago.
But he barely heard a word.
Because under the table—Misaki had vanished.
The sound of her chair scooting quietly back had been subtle. The flutter of her yukata even more so.
Now, Takumi sat stiff and sweating, not from nerves—but because soft, wet lips had just wrapped around his cock.
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The Start – Soft, Stealthy Sucking
"—and the damn plank snapped right under the mayor's ass!" Kinoshita wheezed, oblivious.
Takumi tried not to flinch as Misaki's mouth slid down his cock, tongue swirling around the head.
He gripped his chopsticks tighter.
She moaned softly, barely audible above the clink of dishes.
Under the table, she pulled down his pants with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. It was already rock hard, twitching with anticipation.
He risked a glance down.
Candlelight flickered off the top of her head, messy black hair bouncing gently as she bobbed up and down.
She looked up—and winked.
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The Thrill – Risk of Getting Caught
Takumi's heart thundered in his chest. Just one grunt, one twitch—and Kinoshita would see the lewd act happening just a few feet away.
But Misaki?
She didn't stop.
In fact, she went deeper.
"Gllrk—mmph…"
Her throat bulged visibly as she deepthroated his cock, hands gripping his thighs for balance.
Takumi bit his lip. His eyes fluttered. He tried to nod along to the old man's story, but his focus was in ruins.
"—so I told him: 'if you want that roof fixed, you better pay up front—'"
Kinoshita kept rambling.
Meanwhile, Misaki gagged softly around his cock, tongue massaging the underside, spit dripping from her chin.
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Choking, Slurping, and Spit Strings
She pulled back slowly, his cock glistening wet and connected to her lips by a fat strand of drool.
Then—pop—she sucked the tip like candy and whispered just loud enough for only him to hear:
"Don't you dare cum without warning… I want every drop on my tongue…"
He shuddered.
She went back down—faster now, slurping, bobbing, fucking her own face on his cock.
Gawk. Slrk. Glck.
Takumi's breath hitched.
He wasn't going to last.
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The Silent Climax – Cum in Her Mouth
"—and that's when I knew that kid wasn't cut out for carpentry—!"
Takumi clenched his fists under the table and whispered, "M-Misaki—fuck—I'm gonna…"
Too late.
His cock twitched hard—then burst.
Hot cum flooded Misaki's mouth, thick spurts hitting the back of her throat.
She moaned softly and swallowed—gulp after gulp, milking him with her throat until he stopped twitching.
Then she slowly pulled off—a final drop hanging from her lip, which she licked up with a smirk.
Under the table, she whispered:
"Clean plate, as always."
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The Exit – Like Nothing Happened
Moments later, she reappeared at the table, wiping her mouth discreetly and pouring more tea.
Old Man Kinoshita raised his cup.
"You two are lucky, you know. Quiet village, good meals, peace and quiet. Doesn't get better than this."
Takumi swallowed dryly. "Y-Yeah. It's… perfect."
Misaki just smiled, cheeks flushed, eyes still glowing with the aftertaste of young cum.