The sun dipped behind the hills, painting the village in hues of orange and violet. The warm breeze carried the scent of fresh tatami and grilled mackerel as Takumi's university friend, Ryota, dropped his bag in the guest room with a relaxed sigh.
"Dude, this place is nice," Ryota grinned, stretching. "And your landlady is… wow. She's MILF-core, bro."
Takumi just gave a polite chuckle, trying not to smirk.
If only he knew that just last night, she swallowed every drop of cum he had while rubbing her big tits across his face.
"She's kind. And a little… special," he muttered.
From the kitchen, Misaki's voice floated over, melodic and teasing. "Takumi-kun~ can you help me with the dishes?"
He stood, giving Ryota a quick wave. "Be back in a minute."
But it wasn't dishes Misaki wanted.
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Whispers in the Kitchen – The Setup
She cornered him near the sink, her body pressed to his chest, wearing a soft lilac yukata so thin her nipples showed in the light.
"Your friend's cute," she whispered, arms wrapped around his neck. "But you're the only one I'm dripping for."
"Misaki, not now—he's just in the next room."
"That's why now."
She bit his earlobe.
"I want him to hear everything."
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Futon Fuck – Thin Walls and Thicker Moans
Ten minutes later, Takumi lay on the futon in his room, watching as Misaki straddled him slowly, yukata slipping off her shoulders.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Her thick thighs framed his hips, and her pussy was already wet, drooling down his cock as she lined herself up.
"You think he can hear me?" she whispered.
And then—she dropped down.
"AHHHH~!"
The moan echoed right through the wall.
"Shhh!" Takumi gasped.
She giggled wickedly, rolling her hips slowly, bouncing gently.
"Why should I be quiet?" she moaned. "You're the one stretching me open with this fat cock~!"
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The Fucking – Loud, Wet, Shameless
Her pussy was soaked, squelching with every drop, every bounce.
Schlk. Schlk. Slap.
She leaned forward, her tits swaying in his face.
"Let him hear how your cock ruins my pussy…"
"Fuck—Misaki—"
She slammed down harder, her ass clapping against his thighs.
"You think his dick could make me scream like this?!" she moaned. "No way—only you—only my Takumi-kun—my young, thick, cock-hungry boy!"
Her moans grew louder, wilder.
The walls creaked.
From the next room, Ryota coughed… then went silent.
Misaki laughed breathlessly. "He's listening. I know it."
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Riding to Climax – Marked by Moans
She gripped Takumi's chest and rode him faster, sweat dripping down her back, tits bouncing, pussy clenching with every motion.
"I'm gonna cum—gonna fucking cum right on your cock while your friend listens through the wall—!"
Takumi growled and grabbed her ass, thrusting up into her.
"Take it then. Scream my name."
She threw her head back and wailed.
"TAKUMI—CUMMINGGGG—!"
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Creampie and Aftermath – Messy and Proud
Her pussy clamped around him and he exploded—hot cum shooting deep, her hips twitching as she milked every drop.
Their mixed fluids overflowed, leaking onto the futon.
She collapsed against him, panting, satisfied.
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Post-Cum Tease – Just Loud Enough
The room was quiet except for the soft crackle of the paper walls.
Then, Misaki giggled and called out—just loud enough for the next room to hear.
"Sorry for the noise, Ryota-kun. Takumi just gives me such good dick."
From the other side: silence.
Then a soft, shameful cough.
Takumi covered his face. "You're evil."
She smirked and kissed his lips.
"No, baby. I'm yours."