Chapter 32: Chapter 32 : You Taste Good

Then slowly, Miyu lay back on the soft bed, spreading her legs slightly and lifting her hips, presenting her glistening pussy to Haruto. "Put it inside me," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her pink folds were slick and glistening, warm and inviting. Haruto’s fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, slick with his own arousal, and he slowly guided the head to her wet entrance.

At first, it barely slid in, and Miyu gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets. The tight warmth of her pussy enveloped him like a velvet glove, each inch a delicious resistance. Haruto moved slowly, savoring the friction, feeling her muscles tighten and relax around him as he pushed further inside.

Their hips began to move together instinctively, Haruto thrusting carefully while Miyu lifted hers to meet him, their bodies perfectly in rhythm. Every stroke sent shivers through her spine, making her moan softly, her nipples brushing and rubbing against the hard plane of his chest. She arched back, pressing herself closer, feeling the delicious heat and wetness of their union deep inside her.

Haruto leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, the soft flesh of her thighs, and caressing the sensitive tips of her nipples. Each movement, each kiss, each wet, tight grip of her pussy around him drove them both closer to a frantic, trembling pleasure, their hearts pounding together as they moved in a perfect, intoxicating dance of lust.

Haruto’s thrusts grew faster, harder, each stroke driving deeper into Miyu’s tight, wet pussy. Her moans grew louder, mingling with the slick sounds of their bodies moving together. Her hips pressed against him, begging for more, urging him to let go.

"Ah... Haruto... don’t stop..." she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as her body trembled.

Then, with a shuddering groan, Haruto reached his peak. His cock pulsed inside her, filling her warm, tight pussy with hot, sticky cum. Miyu cried out, the feeling of him releasing deep inside her sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her pussy clamped around him involuntarily, milking every drop, and she could feel his warm cum dripping down her folds, soaking her skin.

Breathless, Miyu moved her hand down to her pussy, her fingers brushing through the slick mixture of her juices and Haruto’s cum. She lifted a finger to her lips and slowly tasted it, her eyes widening as she savored the salty-sweet flavor.

"Mmm... it’s... so delicious," she murmured, licking her finger clean and letting a satisfied smile spread across her face. Her body still quivering, she leaned back on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of their shared pleasure, her pussy still pulsing and twitching around nothing, a lingering memory of Haruto’s cock.

Miyu’s fingers lingered between her thighs, slick with Haruto’s cum and her own wetness. She couldn’t resist exploring the warm, sticky mixture, rubbing it gently over her folds. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure through her, making her nipples harden and her breath come in shaky gasps.

She dipped another finger inside her pussy, swirling it slowly, feeling the residual heat of Haruto’s release. The sensation was intoxicating—sweet, salty, and warm all at once. Bringing that finger to her lips again, she tasted it, moaning softly as the flavor coated her tongue.

"Ah... it’s even better than I imagined..." she whispered, her eyes half-lidded with desire. The aftershocks of their lovemaking still pulsed through her pussy, making each movement of her fingers feel electric.

Unable to stop herself, Miyu began to explore more eagerly. One hand played with her nipples, pinching and rolling them, while the other kept teasing her pussy with Haruto’s cum. Her hips writhed against the bed, chasing the lingering waves of pleasure. Each taste, each stroke, each shiver made her feel more insatiable.

Finally, she leaned back, fingers still coated, licking them clean with slow, deliberate licks, savoring every drop. Her eyes glimmered with satisfaction and mischief as she whispered again, "So... delicious..." The words dripped with both lust and delight, a promise of the next time they would sink even deeper into each other’s pleasure.

Miyu’s body shivered as she continued to stroke her pussy, fingers slick and gliding over the mixture of her wetness and Haruto’s cum. Each touch sent jolts of pleasure through her, making her chest rise and fall faster. Her nipples were rock-hard under her fingertips, and she pinched and rolled them, adding a delicious tension that made her hips jerk against the bed.

Her tongue darted out to taste the remnants on her fingers again, savoring the salty-sweet flavor. The act of tasting him, combined with the soft, pulsing warmth of her own pussy, made a fire ignite inside her. Her breaths became ragged, shallow pants escaping her lips as she circled her clit with one finger while the other teased inside her folds.

"Oh... ah... so... good..." she moaned, the words trembling from her lips. Her body writhed involuntarily, back arching, hips lifting from the bed as pleasure built in waves. Every stroke of her fingers, every lick, every pinch of her nipples drove her higher, closer to the edge.

A delicious tightness began to coil in her lower belly, pulsing outward with each pulse of her pussy. Her moans grew louder, breath catching in desperate gasps. She could feel herself nearing the peak, the sensation almost unbearable as her body trembled in anticipation.

Finally, with a sharp, shuddering cry, Miyu’s orgasm ripped through her. Her hips bucked, pussy clenching around nothing, fingers digging in as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her nipples ached deliciously as her chest heaved, and her tongue lapped eagerly at her fingers, tasting herself and Haruto, savoring the lingering warmth. She quivered on the bed, spent and trembling, her mind floating in a haze of pure, sweet ecstasy.

Even after the climax, her fingers lingered inside her, tracing the slick warmth, while her lips curled into a satisfied, mischievous smile. "Mmm... so... delicious..." she whispered, the words dripping with both lust and delight, a promise of more shared pleasure with Haruto to come.

Miyu lay back on the bed, still trembling slightly from the intensity of her orgasm. Her fingers were slick, and her pussy throbbed with lingering pleasure. Haruto watched her with a slow, heated gaze, his cock still softening but twitching occasionally from the memory of their shared climax.

Gently, he leaned over her, hands gliding along her trembling sides, brushing over her slick thighs. "You were amazing," he murmured, voice husky, as his lips found hers in a slow, lingering kiss. Miyu responded with a soft moan, her fingers brushing her own wetness one last time before letting him cup her face.

Her body was still quivering, but a mischievous sparkle danced in her eyes. She moved her hand toward him, tracing the remnants of his cum along her lower stomach, then teasingly flicked a finger across his lips. Haruto gasped, leaning closer, and she slowly licked it, savoring the taste together with a playful smile.

"You taste... so good," she whispered against his lips, her voice low and sultry. Haruto’s hands roamed over her curves, brushing her hair aside and teasing her nipples gently, making her shiver again.

Miyu rolled slightly, straddling his lap even in the afterglow, her wet pussy pressing against him teasingly. "I want more," she murmured, teasingly grinding against him, though softly, letting the anticipation linger. The air was thick with heat and the lingering scent of their union.

They kissed again, slow and deep, letting the intimacy wash over them. Each touch, each brush of skin, reignited the spark between them. Even in the quiet aftercare, the teasing and desire flowed freely, a delicious tension that promised more shared pleasure.

Miyu’s hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, and Haruto’s hands pressed along her back and thighs, their connection electric even in the calm after their passionate climax. They lay entwined, breath mingling, hearts still racing, savoring both the tenderness and the raw, lingering desire that only they could share.

Miyu shifted slightly, her wet pussy brushing against Haruto’s still-hard cock, sending a sharp shiver through him. She smiled mischievously, her fingers teasing the sensitive tip of his member through the thin heat of their entwined bodies. "Still hard for me?" she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.

Haruto groaned, his hands gripping her waist as he pressed her closer, feeling the slick warmth of her pussy pressing insistently against him. "Always... for you," he breathed, tilting his head to kiss her neck, nibbling gently on the soft skin, making her arch into him.

Miyu leaned down, brushing her lips over his ear, then her tongue teasing the side of his neck, sending jolts of electricity down his spine. Her hands wandered over his chest and shoulders, tracing every line of his muscles, while one hand slowly trailed between them, teasing his cock with light, tantalizing strokes.

Haruto groaned again, his hips pressing into her teasing movements. Miyu leaned back, her fingers dipping into her still-wet pussy, swirling her own juices and the remnants of his cum as she watched him with half-lidded eyes. "Do you want me?" she asked, voice low and sultry.

"Yes... I need you again," he groaned, hands gripping her hips as he guided himself toward her slick folds. Miyu parted her legs, welcoming him, her pussy pulsing in anticipation. Slowly, deliberately, he slid inside her again, their wetness creating a delicious friction that made them both moan.

They moved together, slowly at first, savoring the connection and the teasing intimacy of each stroke. Miyu’s fingers continued to explore her own pussy, brushing against his length as it filled her, heightening every sensation. Her nipples pressed against his chest, sensitive and taut, making her gasp with every small movement.

The rhythm gradually intensified, faster, harder, their hips locking together as moans and gasps filled the room. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of them, every touch, every brush of skin amplifying the raw desire between them. Miyu leaned down, kissing him deeply, tasting herself and him, their mingled flavor driving them further into heated, delicious madness.

Her fingers teased her clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, her body writhing and trembling with pleasure, moaning his name, urging him deeper, faster. The afterglow of their previous climax mixed with the rising fire of this new wave, a storm of lust, teasing, and pure, unrelenting desire.