Chapter 403: Obata Natsumi (Part 2)
Haruto smiled as he lowered his head, suddenly taking one of her full, beautiful buds into his mouth. He sucked with the earnestness of an infant, producing ambiguous wet sounds.
His fiery tongue constantly licked her nipple—first circling around it, then repeatedly prodding the tiny opening at the bud's center with its tip.
Natsumi couldn't take it anymore, her body suddenly convulsing violently. Without realizing when, her hands had wrapped around Haruto's neck, constantly pressing her breasts toward his thin lips.
Ahh... I can't, it's too good.
Just having my breasts sucked... could feel this pleasurable, this amazing...
"Haruto, Haruto..."
Natsumi didn't know what she wanted to say. She began swaying her hips, following Haruto's rhythm as she frantically rubbed against his dragon through the fabric: "Haruto... I, I can't take it, I'm going to, I'm going to come, wuu..."
"You're going to come already?"
Haruto swung his powerful hips, barely restraining himself from pulling out his burning dragon and thrusting it hard into the honeyed entrance before him.
He could feel his dragon's head had hardened to its limit, swollen to extremes, desperately needing the embrace of her honeyed cave.
Just imagining plunging deep into this exquisite creature's flower palace made his dragon's eye open excitedly, already leaking fluid.
But not yet—he needed to draw out Natsumi's true nature.
Haruto restrained himself with low pants, continuing to rub and bump against her: "Auntie Natsumi, how long has it been? Or are you just this lewd, coming already like this?"
With Haruto's forceful movements, the bed beneath them creaked wildly, shaking violently.
"My pants are soaked. It seems Auntie Natsumi's body is quite honest..."
Natsumi wept as she gripped Haruto's hair tightly, "Haruto, Haruto... I can't take it anymore... wuu..."
"Don't worry, I'll help you solve your problem, madam."
Saying this, Haruto gently unzipped his pants. The massive thing in his underwear had long been thirsting for release. As the zipper opened, the purplish-red dragon, thick as a child's arm, eagerly sprang out on its own, striking Natsumi's pink valley through her small triangular fabric.
Haruto thrust his upright dragon forward, his distinctly-knuckled hands suddenly grabbing Natsumi's breasts, frantically kneading them and twisting her sensitive nipples until they soon became swollen, red, and engorged with blood.
"Be good, take off your panties yourself, spread your flower hole open, let me see Aunt Natsumi's most authentic side."
Natsumi seemed not to understand, her beautiful eyes looking at Haruto in confusion, but her peripheral vision accidentally caught sight of the thick, hard, menacing purple-red beast between Haruto's legs.
Simultaneously with the shock, hunger and heat instantly overwhelmed her entire body and mind.
When she saw the menacing beast, Natsumi felt her lower body suddenly become empty and aching, as if desperately needing caresses.
Natsumi didn't know what to do, watching Haruto anxiously with tearful beautiful eyes.
But Haruto remained unmoved—he wanted this beautiful wife who appeared gentle and demure but was actually unsatisfied and secretly passionate to take the initiative herself.
Haruto's massive dragon grew excited under Natsumi's gaze, trembling and becoming even more erect.
Fluid was about to leak from the dragon's head, swollen and painful.
Unable to control himself, he pressed the dragon head against the damp flower valley through the fabric, while his hands constantly kneaded Natsumi's soft, tender large breasts, playing with and rubbing her swollen, red nipples.
"Aunt Natsumi, even at this point, aren't you willing to show your true feelings?"
He breathed heavily, his eyes reddened.
Just playing with these massive breasts had already excited him tremendously—these breasts were exceptional, his fingers could completely sink into her soft breast flesh.
And those two pink buds he had played with until they swelled and reddened were particularly alluring, completely unlike those of a married woman who had borne children.
They were as tender and pure as a young girl's, making him unable to resist biting fiercely and devouring them madly.
"Ahhhhh..."
"Haruto..."
"So good, Haruto, Haruto, it feels so good, so amazing, I'm going to die from pleasure, Haruto..."
"I can't take it anymore..."
"Going to die from pleasure..."
Haruto squeezed the two snow-white, slippery peaks together, sucking both swollen buds glistening with his saliva at once, while his powerful waist constantly swayed, the dragon head persistently pressing against her flower core, almost piercing through the thin panties to enter the honeyed cave directly.
Natsumi was so pleasured her mind became muddled, completely unaware of what lewd words she was saying, unaware of what she was crying out.
Just as she was about to reach climax, Haruto suddenly stopped moving.
"Want to feel even better, even more amazing?"
Haruto kneaded Natsumi's breasts forcefully, saying in a seductive tone: "Aunt Natsumi, dear madam, if you want it, take off your panties yourself, spread yourself open..."
Natsumi was so pleasured she couldn't even close her mouth, no longer caring about restraint or dignity, nor considering that the beautiful young man before her was the same age as her daughter, and was actually her daughter's boyfriend.
Her hands trembling, she slowly unfastened the tight jeans already hanging at her knees, and Haruto's strong hands immediately grabbed her pant legs, pulling her pants off and throwing them to the floor.
Then Natsumi obediently lifted her snow-white, rounded beautiful buttocks, removed her panties too, revealing the pink, tempting flower core within.
The beautiful wife with orange-red long hair completely revealed her true nature of loving sex, her enchanting red eyes fixed on Haruto as she seductively panted: "Haruto, look, this is my pussy, what do you think? Does it look like Yui's?"
Natsumi sat naked on the bed, her right hand supporting her weight while her left hand reached between her widely spread, snow-white slender legs.
Her slim middle and index fingers formed a V-shape, parting the delicate pink flower lips to reveal a slender crimson slit that continuously contracted and undulated like a small mouth, exuding irresistible allure.
Having completely let go of her inhibitions, Natsumi proved even bolder and more wanton than Haruto had imagined.
Haruto leaned closer, utterly captivated by the glistening, smooth pink beauty before him.
Observing the slick flesh pulsing within the parted lips, he couldn't resist pressing his hands against the inner thighs of the beautiful married woman, spreading them wider as he murmured, "Aunt Natsumi, please let me touch you a little..."
"Of course you may."
Natsumi complied perfectly, her lovely face flushing with an intoxicating blush.
She lay back and turned sideways, forming an M-shape with her legs, one delicate snow-white foot dangling just above Haruto's head.
This position gave Haruto perfect access to observe her most intimate valley. While using his thumbs to further part the flower lips and carefully examine the enchanting entrance, he remarked, "I see... so this is what Aunt Natsumi looks like down here..."
"How often do you masturbate or have sex?"
"Mmm... I masturbate about once every two weeks, usually with my fingers, but using toys feels wonderful too, so I enjoy them quite a bit."
Natsumi gazed openly at the handsome young man buried between her thighs, having completely shed her shame.
As she reveled in the pleasure of her valley being played with, her small hand adorned with a wedding ring clutched the sheets. After catching her breath, she continued: "It's been so long since I've had sex... probably over a decade."
"I'd love to have more sex like before, but my husband always refuses, saying he's too busy with work or too tired..."
"Where do you touch yourself when you masturbate? Is it here?"
Haruto had already slowly inserted his right index and middle fingers into the slippery passage, while his left thumb found the slightly erect clitoris. He alternated between caressing the plump white mound and gently stimulating the bud.
"Is it around here? This is the spot, right?"
His slender, well-defined fingers moved through the hot, slick flesh, producing wet, squelching sounds.
"Mmm... ah? ...There?... Hah?..."
After moaning with closed eyes for a moment, Natsumi gradually adapted to the sensation and looked back at Haruto, her face flushed as she whispered: "Yes, that's my sensitive spot... use your fingertips to stimulate there..."