Makoto Himemiya reached down with her delicate hand, dipping her fingers into the soaking wet valley of her own loins to gather some of her honeyed juices. She smeared the slick nectar over Alex's thick, monstrous "dragon," stroking it a few times. Giving Alex a seductive, sidelong glance, she gripped his member tightly—the dark, turgid purple rod forming a sharp, erotic contrast against her snowy, jade-like hand.
Alex's moans only seemed to stimulate Makoto further. She suddenly lowered her head, extending her nimble, fragrant tongue to give him a light lick. Alex shuddered violently. Makoto looked up playfully, her peach-pink lips parting slightly as a thin, glistening thread of silver saliva stretched between her mouth and his tip.
Seeing her so provocative, Alex let out a guttural growl, his hands reaching out to pull her into his embrace. Even he hadn't expected Makoto to be this skilled. He felt like he was running on empty, but her teasing made his self-control crumble. The sight of that translucent string of spit at the corner of her perfect mouth and the pure lust on her face was more than he could bear.
But Makoto only smiled. She lowered her head again, and this time, she took nearly half of Alex's thick meat-rod into her mouth.
The busty beauty felt her lover's searing dragon within her. Her hand squeezed upward inch by inch, harvesting the final, lingering drops from Alex's overworked member. As he twitched, Makoto caught the beads of pre-cum with the tip of her tongue, pulling them out into long, sticky threads.
Looking at the massive rod before her, an inspired idea struck her. She smiled seductively. "Alex~ do you like this?"
"..."
"You can't rest yet. Makoto is going to make you feel very energetic again—"
She gave him a playful, mock-angry glare, then pulled out her lipstick. Her lips were full and bright, like two rose petals dripping with dew. Once she applied the deep red color, she looked even more enchanting. She deliberately licked her painted lips with her pink tongue before beginning to kiss his rod.
Makoto held the base with her hand and circled her red lips around the shaft. When she pulled back, Alex's cock was covered in vibrant red lip prints, looking incredibly lewd. She continued until the entire length was decorated with her "kisses." Only then did she lean forward, using her tongue to swirl around his massive head before suddenly swallowing the entire majestic dragon into her cherry mouth.
The suddenness of the act made Alex's body jolt. A surge of electricity shot to his brain and radiated through his limbs. He sucked in a deep breath under the sheer intensity of the pleasure. After a few moans, he stabilized, feeling the extreme warmth and softness of her throat.
The dragon went deeper and deeper into Makoto's mouth, twitching violently under the constant stimulation. Alex's breathing turned into heavy gasps. She coughed slightly as his size hit her throat, her tongue flicking unnaturally against him. She gazed up at him with a mischievous, loving look and then dove down again, swallowing him whole once more.
Warmth and moisture encased the swollen dragon. Makoto gripped his balls in her hand, squeezing gently. Alex felt a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over him, making him feel like he was on the verge of a total meltdown.
As the dragon pulsed restlessly, Makoto suddenly spat it out, as if refusing to let him finish so quickly. Instead, she took his two "meatballs" into her mouth, letting the massive, hot rod rub against her face. Alex exhaled sharply, feeling like he was drifting through the clouds.
Starting from the base, she began to lightly graze him with her teeth, nibbling inch by inch. The slight sting mixed with intense pleasure arrived in waves, forcing broken moans from Alex's lips.
"Hiss... Makoto... you're... you're too good at this!"
"Hehe, really? I can tell you love it~"
Makoto smirked. She bit down lightly on his swollen, sensitive head and pulled. Alex leaned forward, following her lead as his internal fire threatened to erupt. After playing for a moment, she let go of his head, gripped the base, and used the tip of her tongue to scrape the opening of his urethra.
A numbing, itchy pleasure swept through him. Sensing he was ready, the girl stopped teasing. She grabbed his buttocks with both hands, opened her mouth wide, and sucked him in with everything she had.
She took him deep, driving her head forward against his thighs as Alex pushed back, his hands guiding her head. Makoto's mouth was stretched to the limit. Alex could feel the head of his cock thudding against the back of her throat.
So tight... so narrow...
The restriction only amplified his pleasure. He savored the sensation of his dragon twitching inside her warm mouth.
"Wuu—Makoto—!"
The "electricity" converged. Alex's body stiffened for a moment, as if time had frozen, before he let out a long, exhausted sigh. As he pulled out, the remaining "lava" dripped from the source.
Makoto tilted her head back, her mouth open to reveal the white, creamy essence filling her throat. Even though she swallowed quickly, her mouth remained full of the thick fluid—a sight of pure, beautiful depravity.
However, before Alex could even catch his breath, Makoto finished swallowing and lunged forward again. Without a word, she swallowed the now-softening rod.
No way, again?!
While she sucked, she looked up at her lover with a gaze that was both shy and wanton. Makoto was exhausted too, but she loved seeing Alex look overwhelmed. It was a rare, hilarious sight.
"Alex, it's getting hard again~"
That meant they could continue. She swallowed him to the very back of her throat, grinding his head against her tonsils. Alex felt her expert movements and realized he didn't even have the strength to speak anymore.
The friction in her throat made Makoto shudder; her very soul seemed to tremble. Suddenly, a strange sensation hit the tip of Alex's cock—as if he were entering a tunnel he had never explored before, being sucked down by a powerful force.
Alex realized her lips had slid all the way to his base; he was deep in her esophagus. His rod had broken past the back of her oral cavity and was entering her throat. He shuddered. He had been weak and tired, but this "deep throat" gave him a sudden burst of energy.
Makoto sensed his surge of pleasure. Smiling with half-closed eyes, she worked even harder, making muffled "wuu-wuu" sounds from her throat. Alex could feel his head being tightly encased, exactly like being inside a woman's constricted vaginal canal. Wave after wave of intense stimulation hit his brain.
With his dragon buried in her throat, the contractions of her esophagus clamped down on him. Alex could no longer restrain himself. He knew he was going to shoot again.
Because the sensation was so intense, he gave in to his desire. As he felt the eruption coming, he increased the speed of his thrusts into her mouth. He held Makoto's head, his hips bucking as he drove the dragon in and out rapidly.
Makoto held on tight, letting out muffled moans. Alex felt a combination of itching and numbing heat. With a roar, the pleasure shot from his spine to his brain. Thick jets of hot "lava" tore through his sensitive urethra, spraying violently into her throat. Makoto kept her mouth sealed around him, her throat gulping audibly.
He buried himself deep in her throat, firing blast after blast of searing essence. He didn't pull away, and neither did she, resulting in a massive amount of fluid going directly down her throat. When she finally let him go, white streaks were inevitably splashed across her face.
It dripped down her cheeks—the first time she had been "painted" like this.
"Phew..."
While Makoto cleaned her face, Alex collapsed onto his back, lying on the grass with a look of total exhaustion. Even though he was naked and messy, he had truly hit his limit. He was drained. He had lost count of how many times he had finished today.
I guess even I have a limit, he thought, half-laughing, half-crying.
"Alex~~"
Having wiped her face, Makoto crawled over, licking her fingertips. Under the moonlight, her seductive body moved toward him. Her voice made Alex flinch. He grit his teeth and muttered, "I'm empty. Not a single drop left. Do whatever you want!"
Hearing his "surrender," the girl giggled. "Alright, if you're tired, then rest. I'm not a succubus; I don't have to kill you."
"But... it's rare to see you so weak. I think I'll keep a souvenir~"
Makoto took out her phone and snapped a few photos of the exhausted Alex. Then she posed next to him, flashing a peace sign. Click! She captured her "victory" for all to see.