The room still smelled like sex.
Sweat, pussy juice, and thick old-man cum clung to the air like steam.
Ayaka was slumped on the floor, legs spread, her pussy still twitching with aftershocks, cum leaking down her thighs in fat, sticky globs. Her breasts rose and fell slowly, nipples still wet with his spit.
Kenzou stood above her, cock softening but shiny with her juices, still warm from the creampie he'd just poured inside her womb.
He looked down at her.
Face flushed.
Eyes hazy with guilt and lust.
But she wasn't saying "stop."
She wasn't pulling away.
She looked addicted.
---
"I shouldn't have let you," she whispered after a long pause, chest rising. "I'm a widow... and you're my neighbor."
"You didn't just let me," Kenzou grunted, rubbing his semi-hard cock lazily. "You begged for my cum like a bitch in heat."
Her cheeks flamed. "I know…"
He leaned down, pressing a hand to her slick, sticky thigh. "That pussy of yours? It gripped me like it didn't wanna let go."
Ayaka let out a soft, embarrassed whimper.
"But you liked it, didn't you?" he whispered. "Liked how this old cock bred you."
She nodded slowly, lips trembling.
"…I dreamed about it. For weeks."
That confession made his cock twitch again.
Fuck. She was becoming a slut for it already.
---
Later that night, back in his room, Kenzou sat on his futon, naked, the fan blowing across his bare, wrinkled chest. His cock was rock-hard again, twitching with need.
And all he could think about was Ayaka's dripping pussy, the way it spasmed around him.
How fucking warm and tight she'd felt.
How greedy her cunt was for his load.
He grabbed his cock and started stroking slowly, groaning under his breath.
"Fuck… her tits… those soft fuckin' udders bouncing while I pounded her…"
His mind replayed it over and over.
Her moaning.
Her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her voice, breathless and desperate:
> "Please… cum inside! I want your baby…!"
His fist sped up.
"Oh fuck, Ayaka… you're gonna be my personal cum dump…"
He grabbed his phone, unlocked it, and opened the gallery.
There, under a folder labeled "groceries", was a secret picture.
A blurry shot of her hanging wet laundry weeks ago — her tits swinging in a thin tank top, nipples clearly visible.
He stared at the photo, pumping harder.
"Stupid little milf… walking around with those fuck-me hips…"
His balls tightened.
A moan escaped his throat as thick ropes of cum shot across his belly, hot and messy, coating his hand and chest.
"Aaahh… fuck…"
---
The next morning, there was a knock at his door.
He opened it slowly, groggy from lack of sleep — and there she was.
Ayaka.
Wearing a tight sundress, no bra again, her tits clearly bouncing underneath.
Her lips were glossy. Her cheeks flushed. And in her hands… a small plastic bag.
"I… I brought you some breakfast," she said softly, not meeting his eyes. "You used a lot of energy last night…"
He stared at her.
At those fuckable tits.
At the way her nipples poked through like they were begging to be sucked again.
Kenzou stepped aside. "Come in."
She hesitated. Then stepped past him.
---
The moment the door shut, she turned around and whispered:
"…I couldn't sleep last night."
"Oh?" he said, already hard again under his robe. "Why not?"
She looked up at him with needy eyes. "I kept… touching myself."
He stepped closer.
"How many times?"
"…Five."
He raised a brow. "Using your fingers?"
She nodded shyly.
"Were you thinking about my cock?"
She bit her lip, voice barely audible. "Yes…"
"You nasty little widow," he growled.
She whimpered.
"I'm gonna fuck you again, Ayaka. Right here. No excuses."
"Yes—please, I want it again—fill me up!"
---
He grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and dropped her onto the low kitchen table.
She gasped, legs spread, dress bunched up around her hips.
No panties.
Her pussy was already glistening.
He didn't waste time.
He spit on his cock, rubbed it against her entrance, then slammed in deep.
"AaaAAHH—!"
"Shut up," he growled. "You came here knowing I'd ruin you again."
He thrust into her like a beast, table creaking under them.
Her tits bounced wildly, nipples hard, her voice loud and messy.
"You old bastard—f-fuck! You're splitting me open again—!"
Her hands clutched his shoulders.
His balls slapped against her ass with every rough thrust.
"Take it," he groaned. "Take all of it. Again."
She moaned louder, hips bucking.
"Breed me again—I want your fucking cum!"
And with a deep growl, he slammed in hard and unleashed inside her again, balls pumping thick, hot loads into her greedy womb.
Her body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back.
"Cumming—! Cumming againnnnnn!"
---
Ten minutes later, she lay panting on the kitchen table, legs still spread, his seed oozing out of her used pussy.
Kenzou stood over her, cock still half-hard, eyes drinking in the sight.
She looked ruined. And satisfied.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"This ain't a one-time thing, Ayaka."
She nodded, eyes hazy.
"I know…"