The apartment felt emptier than usual without Daichi's steady presence. He'd left early for work, leaving Rika alone with the heavy silence and her own aching body.
Her skin still burned with the memory of last night's double pounding, her pussy swollen and dripping, her ass stretched wide from the neighbor's fat cock.
But the craving was already returning.
That hole. That thick, veiny cock that waited hungrily behind the plaster wall.
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Rika paced the small room, biting her lip. The sun dipped low, shadows stretching across the floor. She couldn't wait.
Her fingers trembled as she pulled off her clothes, standing naked in front of the bed. She pressed her hands against the wall beside the hole, heart racing.
She whispered to the empty room, "Come on… I need you."
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The hole was dark and silent for a moment, then a heavy weight pushed through.
Kaito's cock, slick with precum and thick as a beer bottle, slid out into her waiting mouth.
She moaned softly, lips parting as she wrapped them around the massive shaft.
Her tongue flicked along the swollen head, tasting the salty musk.
She bobbed slowly, hollowing her cheeks, swallowing the hot precum dripping down her chin.
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Her free hand slid down to her dripping pussy, fingers slipping inside.
She fucked herself while sucking hard, feeling the rough veins press against her tongue.
Her moans grew louder, filling the quiet apartment.
She was alone, but not really.
The hole was alive.
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The cock twitched violently as Kaito's hips jerked forward.
She gagged slightly as he pushed deeper, filling her mouth.
Rika gripped the base, stroking fast and rough.
Her pussy clenched tightly, juices flooding.
She fucked herself harder, breath hitching.
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With a guttural groan, the cock pulsed and exploded in her mouth.
Hot ropes of cum flooded her throat.
Rika swallowed greedily, tasting the bitter-sweetness.
Her fingers trembled as she came hard, hips bucking.
She collapsed onto the bed, breathless and sticky.
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The addiction had taken hold.
Her secret hole wasn't just a thrill anymore.
It was a need.
A craving she couldn't resist.