Ayaka used to draw the curtains.
Used to hide in the dark.
Used to whisper her moans through bitten lips and trembling hands.
But not anymore.
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"Kenzou-san…"
She stood in the center of his living room.
The overhead lights blazing for the first time during their nightly meetings.
Her body was bare. No robe. No bra. No slippers.
Just her.
Soft thighs. Wide hips. Perky, sensitive nipples.
Her pussy already glistening between her legs.
She stared at the floor, shy but not backing down.
"…I want you to look at me."
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Kenzou was on the couch, shirtless, stroking his cock lazily.
He grinned.
"I've been looking at you every night, Ayaka."
"I know…" she whispered, stepping closer.
"But this time… I want you to see everything. All of me. While you fuck me."
She paused. Her voice lowered.
"Even the parts I used to hide."
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He stood up, towering over her.
Ran his calloused hands over her arms, her back, her belly.
Felt her warmth. Her breath. Her heartbeat.
"You're trembling," he murmured.
"I'm nervous…"
"You shouldn't be."
He leaned close, pressing his lips to her ear.
"You're the most beautiful slut I've ever fucked."
Her thighs clenched together.
"Say it again…"
"You're mine. My moaning, dripping, pussy-addicted widow."
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He kissed her. Deeply.
Hands exploring every inch of her body under the light.
Her soft skin. Her scars. Her stretch marks. Her trembling belly.
She didn't flinch.
Instead, she spread her legs and raised her arms, offering herself.
"Take me. Just like this."
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He laid her on the tatami mat, the lights still burning above them.
For the first time, she didn't hide her face when he pushed her thighs apart.
Her folds were swollen, slick, flushed pink, practically begging.
"You're already this wet?"
She nodded.
"I've been wet since you looked at me."
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He went slow.
No rush. No pinning her down or turning her over.
He got on top of her, lined up the tip, and slid in inch by inch.
Ayaka moaned, arms wrapping around his neck.
"F-fuck… I feel everything…"
"You should," he growled, grinding deep.
"These lights are gonna show every twitch of your pussy."
He kissed her again. Then her neck. Her shoulder. Her collarbone.
Licked the sweat off her tits. Sucked her nipples until she whimpered.
And still — his cock kept moving inside her.
Slow. Deep. Worshipful.
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She started crying softly.
Not from pain.
From pleasure. From being seen.
"…This is the first time I've felt beautiful in years."
He looked down at her, hips still rolling into her wet cunt.
"You are. Fucking beautiful. And so goddamn tight."
She tightened around him, moaning louder.
"I'm gonna cum—just from you saying that—!"
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And she did.
Ayaka came hard, arms squeezing him close, her pussy clenching like a vice, sucking his cock for seed.
Kenzou didn't stop.
He buried his cock to the hilt, groaned, and came deep.
Hot, sticky cum flooding her womb once more, the lights above capturing every messy twitch of her body.
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Afterward, they lay tangled on the floor.
The lights still on. No shame. No hiding.
Ayaka whispered:
"Don't ever turn them off again."
He smirked, tracing circles on her belly.
"Next time, I'll fuck you in front of the mirror."