Three days passed.
Three days since Ayaka waddled home with her pussy dripping from another raw, deep creampie.
Three days since Kenzou watched his seed leak down her thighs like syrup, staining her sheets and probably her soul.
And she hadn't knocked once.
Not a word. Not a moan through the wall. Not a single lewd note in the mailbox.
But he knew why.
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She was waiting.
Waiting for the guilt to catch up. Waiting for the heat in her womb to cool down.
Waiting for her body to betray her again — to start aching for that old cock.
She wouldn't last long. Not after how deep he stuffed her.
Not after the way she moaned when he came inside.
That slutty body of hers remembered every inch. Every thrust. Every fucking squirt.
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On the fourth night, she knocked.
Soft. Two taps. 11:32 PM.
Kenzou was already waiting by the door, robe open, bare-chested, cock hard in anticipation.
He opened it to find her standing there, red-faced, wearing nothing but an oversized cardigan and tiny pink shorts.
No bra. No panties.
Her thighs were glistening with sweat. Nipples poking through the fabric.
"...I can't stop thinking about it," she whispered, eyes low.
"I touch myself every night… but it's not enough. I need your cock again…"
Kenzou didn't even speak.
He grabbed her wrist, yanked her inside, and pushed her face-first against the wall.
"Aaah—Kenzou-san!"
"Shut up," he growled. "You came here to get fucked, didn't you?"
She whimpered. "Y-Yes…"
He grabbed her thick ass through the tight shorts. So soft. So heavy.
"You really wore these tiny things to get me going?" he murmured, squeezing both cheeks hard.
"You're a fucking pervert, Ayaka."
"I'm sorry…"
"No you're not."
He yanked down the shorts, exposing her fat, round ass.
Her pussy peeked out from behind, already damp. Her thighs were trembling.
He spread her cheeks, revealing her puckered little asshole, twitching.
She gasped. "W-Wait—!"
"You're letting me touch this now?" he muttered. "Didn't even stop me."
"I… I didn't say no…"
"Then don't fucking whine."
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He spat between her cheeks, fingers spreading the saliva over her tight rim, then down to her soaking slit.
She moaned softly.
"God damn… you're this wet already?"
"Yes… I couldn't sleep again…"
Kenzou slid two fingers into her slippery pussy, her walls sucking him in immediately.
"Fuck… your cunt's addicted."
She nodded, voice breathy. "It misses your cock…"
"You want my fingers in your ass too?"
Her breath caught.
"...Y-yes."
"You filthy little widow…" he muttered.
He pressed one slick finger against her asshole, rubbing gently.
She shivered.
"F-fuck… I've never…"
"You're gonna get used to it," he whispered. "I'm gonna break every hole on this body."
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He guided her to the couch, bent her over the armrest, and slapped her ass.
SMACK.
She cried out.
Then again. And again.
Her ass jiggled under each strike, skin turning pink.
Her pussy leaked even more.
"Goddamn, you really like it rough," he muttered, cock rock-hard again.
"I need it… fuck me, Kenzou-san… please…"
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He lined up behind her and plunged his cock back into her pussy with a loud, wet squelch.
"A-AHNNN!"
"That's right… take this fucking cock again…"
He pounded her slowly, deeply, savoring every moan.
Her fat tits bounced against the cushions, her fingers clawing at the fabric as he drilled her from behind.
"Your husband ever fuck you like this?"
She shook her head violently. "No… never like this…"
"Did he ever touch your ass?"
"No…"
"Then I'm the first."
He leaned over her back, one hand still gripping her ass while his cock pistoned in and out.
"You're mine now, Ayaka. This pussy? This ass? This womb? All fucking mine."
"Yes! It's yours! I'm your cum dump!"
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His thrusts got rougher.
Balls slapping her clit. Her cunt making obscene noises. Her asshole twitching under his fingers.
"Spread your cheeks."
She obeyed instantly, using both hands to expose her ass and hole to him.
"You're such a filthy little milf now," he groaned. "Fucking yourself on an old man's dick."
"YES! I love it! I love your cock!"
"You want my cum in you again?"
"Breed me! Fill me up!"
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He rammed in deep one last time and exploded inside her, pumping thick, sticky ropes of cum into her fertile womb.
She screamed into the couch cushion, body trembling, thighs soaked.
Cum leaked out instantly — hot, sloppy, messy.
She collapsed forward, breathing heavy, her body twitching from overstimulation.
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Minutes later, she lay in his arms on the couch.
Her belly was sticky. Her pussy leaking. Her eyes glazed.
"I've never felt like this before…" she whispered.
Kenzou kissed her shoulder.
"You're not going anywhere, Ayaka. Not after I've ruined you."
She smiled faintly. "I don't want to go anywhere…"