Late afternoon. The sun hung low behind the trees.
Cicadas buzzed. The air was heavy, humid — perfect for temptation.
Kenzou sat shirtless on his porch, eyes half-closed, cigarette between his fingers.
His cock had been twitching since noon.
He didn't know why until he saw her—
Ayaka.
Crossing the yard in a soft, deep-red kimono, the sash barely tied, walking like she didn't want to be noticed… but hoping he was watching.
And oh, he was.
Her hair was pinned up.
Her eyes never looked at him.
But the wind caught just enough fabric to flash a bare thigh… then a peek of underboob…
Kenzou nearly dropped his cigarette.
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She knocked once. Lightly.
He opened the door.
Ayaka stood there with her head tilted, eyes low, cheeks flushed — and the top of her kimono barely hanging over her shoulders.
"…I shouldn't be here."
"Too late," he grunted, stepping aside.
She walked in silently. No underwear. No words.
Just the faint scent of perfume and her body already heating up.
He shut the door behind her.
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"You wore that just to tease me?"
Ayaka bit her lip.
"…I was… curious."
"Curious?"
She looked up at him.
"What would happen if I came here… with nothing underneath."
He stared at her.
"Turn around."
She obeyed.
He stepped close and pulled on her sash.
The silk unraveled instantly — the fabric slipping down her body like water.
No bra. No panties. No resistance.
Her soft, thick figure was fully exposed, glowing in the dim light.
She turned back around, naked except for her blush.
"Do you like what you see, Kenzou-san?"
He stepped forward, cock already rising beneath his pants.
"I see a slut who needs to be fucked."
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He didn't waste time.
He grabbed her waist, spun her toward the wall, and bent her over.
Her tits squished against the wood. Her ass was perfect — round, pale, already dripping wet.
"You got this wet walking here?" he muttered, dragging his fingers between her thighs.
Ayaka gasped. "Y-Yes…"
"Fucking slut."
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He unzipped, spit on his cock, and rubbed the head against her soaked lips.
Ayaka shivered.
"Please… put it in…"
He pushed.
Slow. Thick. Raw.
Her pussy welcomed him like a hot, slippery glove.
"AHHHH—fuuuck—!"
Kenzou slammed in deep, bottoming out in one thrust.
"You're dripping all over my floor again."
"I-I can't help it—your cock's too big!"
He grabbed her hips and started pounding her, slow and hard.
Balls slapping. Wet smacks echoing.
Her moans were loud — messy — like her brain had left her body.
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He pulled her hair back, forcing her to arch.
"Look at yourself," he whispered. "Dripping down your legs.
Your pussy's twitching. You're begging for cum again."
"Yes! I want it—fill me!"
"I'm gonna cum deep."
"Cum in me—I'm yours—I want your baby!"
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Her body shook as she climaxed—
Again. Again. Again.
Then with a deep grunt, he came inside her, stuffing her womb full once more.
"Take it all—fucking take it, Ayaka!"
Hot, white cum splashed deep inside her, flooding her already eager womb.
She collapsed, trembling.
"I love your cock…"
"You love being bred."
"…Yes."
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She laid in his lap afterward, naked, soft, covered in sweat and cum.
The kimono lay discarded on the floor.
"You should never wear anything under that again," he whispered.
Ayaka smiled, resting her cheek on his thigh.
"I wasn't planning to."