It happened just past midnight.
Kenzou had just finished pissing out the last of his lukewarm sake when he stepped outside to cool off in the night air.
The sky was dark. The street dead silent. Crickets chirped like background noise.
He walked over to his front gate, cracked his back, and stretched his arms.
Then he noticed it.
His mailbox. Slightly open.
He squinted. Reached in.
And pulled out a pair of pink, soaked panties.
Still warm.
His heart skipped. His cock stirred.
There was a small folded note pinned to the crotch.
> "I was touching myself while thinking of your cock again…
Couldn't wait for morning.
I came hard.
I want your mouth on me next time."
– Ayaka ♡
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Kenzou's hand trembled.
He pressed the soaked gusset to his nose, breathing in that raw, slippery scent — sweat, pussy juice, and the faintest trace of lotion.
Fuck.
This woman wasn't just addicted.
She was craving him. Marking him. Offering herself.
His cock hardened instantly, twitching beneath his robe.
"Greedy little whore…" he muttered. "You're gonna get it."
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At 1:14 AM, he knocked on her door.
Ayaka answered in a sheer nightgown.
Her face flushed, eyes half-lidded, nipples poking through the fabric like tiny pink bullets.
"I-I didn't think you'd come this late," she whispered.
Kenzou grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the floor.
"You left your pussy in my mailbox."
She gasped as he carried her straight to the couch and laid her down.
"I said I wanted your mouth…" she whimpered, heart pounding.
"Then shut up and spread your legs."
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She obeyed without hesitation.
Nightgown bunched at her hips.
Her bare pussy already glistening in the low light, wet and puffy from overuse.
Kenzou knelt between her thighs.
"Filthy girl," he muttered, dragging a finger through her slit. "You fingered yourself in these panties, didn't you?"
Ayaka nodded, face red.
"I was imagining your tongue… licking me…"
He didn't make her wait.
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He buried his face between her thighs, licking her lips slow and deep.
Ayaka gasped, thighs clenching around his head.
His tongue was rough. Experienced.
He licked her pussy like he meant to destroy it.
Up and down. Side to side. Slurping her juices without shame.
"F-FUCK—Kenzou-san—your tongue is—!"
He slid two fingers inside while sucking her clit, curling just right.
She arched off the couch.
"I-I'm cumming! I'm already—fuck—!"
She exploded on his face, pussy squirting in messy bursts, thighs trembling violently.
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But he didn't stop.
He kept licking, through her orgasm, until her legs twitched uncontrollably.
She sobbed.
"I-I can't—I'm too sensitive—!"
"You left panties in my box," he growled. "You don't get mercy."
He flipped her over, face down, ass raised.
Her swollen, wet pussy peeked between her thighs, dripping with slick.
He spread her cheeks and gave her another long lick, from hole to clit.
Ayaka screamed into the couch.
"Y-you're gonna break me!"
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He grabbed her hips, lined up, and slammed his cock back inside.
"Then break, bitch."
Her pussy welcomed him with a wet slap.
He pounded her hard and deep, gripping her waist like a man possessed.
Every thrust pushed her forward.
Her tits smacked the cushions. Her moans were animalistic.
"I've wanted this since I smelled your soaked panties," he grunted. "So wet. So fucking filthy."
"YES—I wore them for you! Just for you!"
He leaned over her, whispering hot against her ear:
"I'm gonna fuck this dirty womb until my cum bubbles out your nose."
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Her whole body convulsed as she came again.
And then again.
And again.
By the time he exploded inside her, she was slumped forward, tongue out, drooling onto the couch.
His seed poured into her already-full pussy, the creamy load overflowing before he even pulled out.
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As he laid beside her, stroking her thigh, she whispered breathlessly:
"Next time… I'll leave a bra."
Kenzou smirked.
"I'll just fuck you while you wear it."