Chapter 404: Obata Natsumi (Part 3)
"Yes... Hah?... You're really... skilled?... It feels so good?..."
"Hah?... I usually play with my clitoris like this too... Hah?..."
Natsumi's valley grew increasingly wet, with thick, slippery nectar continuously overflowing between Haruto's fingers.
The elegant red-haired married woman gazed affectionately at Haruto, panting heavily as she murmured: "Ah?... Really?... So skilled... Haruto?..."
Haruto withdrew his fingers, the residual moisture glistening under the light with lewd brilliance.
Unable to resist, he licked his fingers—there was no unpleasant odor, only the mature fragrance of arousal and Natsumi's unique scent.
After licking the liquid from his fingertips clean, Haruto leaned close to the ear of the beautiful wife with vibrant orange-red hair and whispered softly, "Well then... let's proceed to the next step."
He took off his coat and tossed it onto the floor, where it happened to cover the bright yellow bra that had fallen there earlier.
Next, he removed his pants along with his underwear, and the already erect and throbbing dragon was finally clearly revealed before Natsumi's eyes.
Haruto gripped his heated, swollen dragon with one hand, pressing the tip against her clitoris and beginning to rub it frantically. Intense pleasure immediately surged through Natsumi's body like an electric current.
Natsumi's delicate body curled up in ecstasy, her breathing becoming ragged, her gaze hazy, and her mind blank.
"Ahhh...!"
"Haruto, Haruto, I can't take it anymore, please stop, it feels too good... I can't handle it...!"
The sensation of the dragon's tip rubbing against her clitoris was several times more intense than having her nipples played with. Natsumi trembled all over, almost unable to catch her breath.
Her hands clawed wildly at the bedsheets as her body shook. "Haruto, it feels too good, I... I'm about to... Haruto..."
"Are you sure you want me to stop... Aunt Natsumi?"
As he spoke, Haruto pressed down on Natsumi, his thin lips sealing her panting, gasping mouth. His tongue slipped like a nimble snake into her tender lips, leisurely exploring and sucking on her slick, wet tongue.
After kissing for a while, the buxom, orange-red-haired beauty wife proactively extended her small tongue to dance with Haruto's.
Haruto held the back of Natsumi's neck with one hand, kissing her passionately, while his other hand found her incredibly moist honey pot.
His fingers slipped inside once more, slowly thrusting, the pads of his fingers rubbing against Natsumi's most sensitive spot. At the same time, the dragon's tip continued to madly grind against her sensitive clitoris, and his firm chest rubbed against the gentle wife's swollen nipples.
Natsumi felt as if there wasn't a single part of her body that wasn't consumed by pleasure—she was on the verge of being overwhelmed by it.
But just then, Haruto suddenly rose, ceasing all contact.
Panting lightly, Haruto stopped and chuckled, "Next, let's use the position you like, Aunt Natsumi..."
"Huh? The position I like...?"
Natsumi breathed softly, looking at Haruto in confusion.
After thinking for a moment, she said, "Well, I suppose either the normal position or the riding position... I like being able to see the other person..."
In truth, it wasn't about seeing the other person's face—she simply wanted to gaze upon Haruto's extraordinarily handsome face.
"I understand. Then I'll lie down, and you can be on top, moving however you like."
Haruto cooperatively rolled over and half-reclined against the headboard. Between his legs, the purplish-red, swollen giant remained proudly erect, even trembling slightly as if still unsatisfied.
Natsumi swallowed hard, her face flushed as she climbed up.
The stunning, orange-red-haired wife didn't immediately sit down eagerly. Gazing at the astonishing dragon of the handsome youth before her, she wanted to savor this one-in-a-million treasure more carefully.
Shyly, she knelt between Haruto's legs, cupping her perfectly shaped, snow-white breasts and enveloping his purplish-red giant within the deep, slippery crevice. Then, she began to move up and down.
The moment the purplish-red dragon was enveloped by the soft flesh of her breasts, Haruto's body stiffened.
The sensation of his massive dragon being enveloped by soft flesh was utterly exquisite, so pleasurable he nearly groaned aloud, barely managing to restrain himself.
Haruto gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes slightly narrowed as he continuously lifted his hips, driving his swollen dragon into frantic thrusts between the tender mounds of breast flesh.
"Mmm..."
"So good..."
Haruto moaned with pleasure, the veins on his hands bulging.
His hip movements involuntarily quickened, jolting Natsumi until her whole body trembled.
"Aunt Natsumi, you're amazing... Ha, so good, so pleasurable..."
"Just a little more effort..."
"Quick, tighten up a bit more..."
"Yes, just like that..."
Haruto's movements grew increasingly rapid, nearly knocking Natsumi off balance with his thrusts. Her delicate peaks were rubbed to a vivid crimson.
As Haruto's pistoning motions accelerated, Natsumi began breathing heavily.
She felt her honeyed passage becoming drenched with moisture, an unbearable emptiness consuming her. She desperately, desperately wanted Haruto's massive dragon to plunge deep inside her and churn violently.
"Haruto, mmm..."
The gentle auburn-haired beauty gasped as she slowly rose, straddling Haruto's body.
"Heeave ho..."
She grasped Haruto's shoulders, her alluring form gradually descending until her slick, dripping valley met the enormous, fiery crown.
"Wow... such an impressive golden rod... so hot and hard like iron."
As her pink entrance kissed the tip, the beautiful wife couldn't help glancing back at their joining point. "Will it go in properly?"
"Don't worry, it'll be fine." Haruto chuckled, his painfully erect dragon equally anticipating their union.
Natsumi adjusted her position slightly, gradually lowering her hips as her tight entrance slowly swallowed the thick, rounded crown.
"Mmm... ahhh?... It's really so big?..."
Just taking the tip already filled her with unprecedented fullness.
The slick, tight passage continuously squeezed the massive shaft, inner folds enveloping it from all directions, drawing groans of pleasure from Haruto.
"Mmmph..."
"Feeling alright? Then I'm going in..."
Haruto's reaction satisfied Natsumi too. Though phrased as a question, it was more of a declaration.
No sooner had she spoken than she abruptly sank down, swallowing the entire thick, burning, rigid dragon in one go.
"Hahhh?... Hahhh?... Ahhh?..."
The intense fullness and electric pleasure made the auburn-haired beauty arch backward instantly, her hands braced against Haruto's thighs to barely maintain balance.
"Wow?..."
So good, this golden rod...
Completely filled inside, just having it inserted is already...
Natsumi squinted, quietly savoring the sensation of Haruto's massive dragon. After a long moment, she finally adapted somewhat.
"So this is Aunt Natsumi's inside..."
Haruto too carefully appreciated the feel of the gentle wife's interior.
Noticing Natsumi's prolonged stillness, he asked: "Aunt Natsumi, are you okay..."
"Mmm?... I'm fine... thank you for your concern."
Natsumi shifted forward slightly, eliminating any remaining space between their hips.
"It's just so big, I was just a bit startled..."
"Wait just a moment... I'll start moving now?... Heeave ho?..."
The auburn-haired beauty emitted cute rhythmic sounds as her pink, slick channel began sliding up and down the massive shaft.
While moving, she clung to him wantonly, whispering lewdly in Haruto's ear: "Hah... how does it feel...? Compared to Yui's little pussy..."
"This... is deeper than your daughter's, wider... and even softer..."
Haruto squinted with pleasure, earnestly sharing his obscene observations.
"Hah... such a mature pussy, it feels absolutely amazing..."
"Oh my?" Natsumi paused her hip-swaying movement, coquettishly saying, "So... does it feel loose?"
"No... not at all."
Haruto denied it—given his size, it would be hard to feel loose unless she was truly worn out.
However, Natsumi was clearly saying this deliberately rather than genuinely feeling loose, so she paid no attention to Haruto's words and pushed him down onto the bed on her own, her small hands pressing against his well-defined abs.
"Is that so? Compared to young girls, there's no tight feeling."
After adjusting her position, Natsumi gave a soft smile and once again let out cute cheers.
"Heave... huff... ohh... ohh..."
"How about this? Still feeling loose?"
Accompanied by the adorable cheers, the mature wife's valley instantly tightened, while rhythmic contractions squeezed tightly around the massive shaft, rubbing desperately like a massage, bringing Haruto immense stimulation and pleasure.