CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55 : AFTERMATH AND CLEANUP

Aira rose from her knees, cum still dripping in slow, viscous trails from her chin onto her small breasts, the pearly streaks catching the lamplight as they slid over her hardened nipples. She grabbed Haruto’s wrist, sticky with his own release, and tugged him toward the bed. The sheets were already a wreck—dark wet patches from their earlier mess, the air thick with the raw stink of pussy and cum.

Haruto followed, cock bobbing half-hard, slick with her spit and the remnants of his load. Aira pushed him down onto his back, the mattress creaking under his weight. She climbed over him, thighs straddling his hips, her hairy pussy hovering inches above his stomach. Fresh arousal glistened in the matted curls, a thick bead of her wetness stretching down, breaking to splatter hot onto his skin. She dragged her slick folds forward, smearing the sticky mix across his abs in a glistening trail, the coarse hair scraping his flesh as she ground down.

Aira’s hips rolled with deliberate, filthy slowness, her drenched pussy dragging back and forth across Haruto’s taut stomach like a wet brush painting sin. The coarse black curls of her bush scraped his skin raw, each pass leaving a glistening stripe of her arousal, thick, creamy, and threaded with the remnants of his earlier cum still clinging to her folds. The slick lips parted wide around the hard ridges of his abs, inner pink glistening as it kissed his flesh, then sucked back with a wet squelch. Every grind forced more fluid from her depths; a steady trickle oozed out, pooling in the shallow dip of his navel before overflowing in warm rivulets that ran down the sides of his torso, soaking into the already-stained sheets.

Haruto’s cock, still slick from her throat, lay heavy against his thigh, twitching with every smear of her heat. The scent hit him hard: her tangy musk mixed with the sharp salt of his own dried cum, now rehydrated and smeared across his skin like glaze. Aira leaned forward, small tits swaying, nipples stiff and glistening with the spit-cum mix that had dripped from her chin. She planted her hands on his chest, nails digging crescents into his pecs, and rocked harder. The motion mashed her swollen clit against his skin, sending jolts through her; her thighs spasmed, slick with sweat and juices, inner muscles clenching visibly beneath the soaked hair.

She slid lower, dragging her sloppy cunt down the line of his abs until the matted bush scraped the base of his cock. The contact made him throb instantly; veins pulsed along the shaft as it stiffened, rising like a pole against her belly. Aira hissed, feeling the heat, and ground her clit directly onto the root of his dick, the coarse hair tangling with his own sparse pubes. Her juices coated him anew, thick ropes stretching between their skin as she lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, each motion painting his cock in a fresh layer of creamy white. The head flared, angry red, precum bubbling from the slit in fat beads that mixed with her slick, creating a frothy sheen that dripped in heavy globs onto his balls.

Haruto’s hands shot to her hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, guiding her rhythm. He bucked upward, cock sliding through the slick valley of her lips without entering, the underside dragging against her clit, making her choke on a moan. Her pussy lips fluttered open with every pass, inner walls winking pink, dripping, begging. The room echoed with wet slaps: her ass against his thighs, her cunt against his shaft, the squish of fluids trapped between their bodies. Aira’s head fell back, hair sticking to the cum on her neck, and she rode his stomach and cock like a beast in heat, smearing them both in a filthy, glistening mess until his dick stood fully rigid again, veins bulging, ready to split her open once more.

Aira lifted her hips with a shuddering gasp, strings of their combined slick stretching in glistening webs from her cunt to Haruto’s stomach, snapping wetly as she rose. Her pussy hovered over his cock, lips puffy and parted, the inner pink glistening like raw silk, framed by the sodden black bush that dripped in heavy, creamy drops. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, smearing through the matted curls, gathering the frothy mix of her juices and his old cum into a thick glaze that coated the flared crown.

She sank down in one brutal drop. The tight ring of her pussy stretched wide, swallowing him with a wet, sucking squelch; the shaft speared through her, veins scraping every ridge inside her velvet grip. Aira’s back arched, a raw scream tearing from her throat as he bottomed out, balls slapping her soaked perineum, pubic bone grinding into her clit. The impact forced a fresh gush of her cream to squirt around his base, splattering his thighs in hot, sticky bursts.

Haruto’s hands clamped her hips, fingers bruising the soft flesh, and he jackhammered upward. Each thrust lifted her ass an inch off his lap before slamming her back down, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing like gunshots. Her cunt made obscene, sloppy noises: thick glurks and wet farts as air and fluid were forced out around his pistoning cock. Cream frothed at the seal of their joining, bubbling white with every withdrawal, coating his shaft in a glossy sleeve that peeled her pink inner lips outward before ramming back in.

Aira’s tits bounced wildly, nipples stiff and slick with dried cum; sweat and pussy juice flew in tiny droplets with every collision. Her thighs trembled, inner muscles clamping in frantic spasms, milking him. Haruto snarled, sat up suddenly, and flipped her onto her back without pulling out; the shift drove him deeper, her legs splayed wide, knees hooked over his elbows. He pounded downward now, cock spearing straight into her core, balls smacking her asshole with wet thwacks. The bedframe rattled, headboard banging the wall; her pussy gaped on every upstroke, a pink tunnel slick with cream, before he filled it again with a brutal plunge that forced more froth to squirt out in messy arcs across her belly and his chest.

Haruto’s thrusts turned feral, hips a blur, cock slamming into Aira’s cunt with wet, meaty smacks that drowned the room in raw noise. Her pussy had turned into a sloppy, frothing mess: thick rings of white cream coated his shaft, peeling off in sticky globs with every withdrawal, splattering her inner thighs and the sheets in pearly flecks. The coarse black bush was plastered flat, matted into dark ropes by the flood of her juices and the remnants of his earlier loads, each impact forcing more slick to squirt out around his base in hot, messy bursts that soaked his balls and ran down her ass crack in rivulets.

Aira’s legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. Her nails clawed red furrows down his back, breaking skin; her cunt spasmed in violent clenches, walls fluttering like a heartbeat around his cock. She came first, a guttural scream ripping from her throat as her pussy gushed, a sudden flood of clear fluid jetting past his shaft, drenching his pubes and stomach in a warm, slippery spray. The clench of her orgasm dragged him over the edge.

Haruto buried himself to the root with a roar, cock pulsing thick and heavy inside her. The first jet of cum erupted deep, hot and viscous, painting her walls in heavy ropes. He pulled back an inch and slammed in again, another spurt flooding her, the overflow instantly frothing out around his shaft in creamy white bubbles. Again and again he thrust through his climax, each plunge forcing more cum and her slick to squelch out in messy gushes that coated her hairy mound, streaked down her slit, and pooled beneath her ass in a sticky puddle.

He stayed buried as the last pulses ebbed, cock twitching, her cunt still rippling in aftershocks. When he finally eased out, the withdrawal made a loud, wet slurp; her pussy gaped pink and ruined, a thick river of their mixed release pouring from the stretched hole, cascading through the soaked curls in slow, pearly streams that dripped off her lips and splattered the ruined sheets below.

Aira lay sprawled on her back, thighs splayed wide, chest heaving. Her pussy gaped open like a ruined flower, pink inner walls fluttering, a slow, thick river of Haruto’s cum oozing from the stretched hole in heavy, pearly globs. The black curls were matted into sticky ropes, glistening with the creamy mix; each pulse of her aftershocks pushed another bead of semen free, sliding down the slit to pool in the crease of her ass. The sheets beneath were drenched, a dark, wet stain spreading outward, reeking of raw sex and sweat.

Haruto knelt between her legs, cock softening but still slick, a final drop of cum dangling from the tip. He watched, transfixed, as another thick strand spilled from her, stretching like taffy before breaking and splattering onto the mattress. Aira’s hand drifted down, fingers sliding through the mess on her mound, gathering the sticky load. She brought it to her lips, tongue darting out to taste the salty mix, then smeared the rest across her belly in lazy circles.

She sat up slowly, thighs trembling, and pushed Haruto onto his back. Crawling over him, she dragged her soaked pussy up his torso, leaving a glistening trail of cum and cream from his navel to his chest. Straddling his face, she lowered herself; the matted bush brushed his lips, the scent overwhelming: thick, musky, laced with his own release. Haruto’s tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at the dripping mess, swallowing the warm flood as it poured into his mouth. Aira ground down, smearing the sticky mix across his cheeks and nose, riding his face until every last drop was cleaned from her folds and painted onto his skin.