"Alright, let's go...? Ahh, ahahaaaa...!"
As Misaki slowly lowered her hips, the wickedly thick shaft slid deeper into her narrow entrance, sinking in inch by inch. Surrounded by her warm, slick heat, he couldn't help but groan.
"Ugh... Misaki-senpai, you're so hot and slippery inside..."
"Shh! Don't say things like that...! Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Holding her hips firmly, he continued to thrust deeper, the thick shaft sliding in and out. Her soft, convoluted vaginal walls clung to his rock-hard erection, hungrily devouring it.
"Ah, haaa... Kotaro, this is making me so nervous... Nn, nmm...!"
Misaki wrapped her arms around Kotaro's neck and kissed him. Her skin and lips were visibly warmer than before. Even as they kissed, he slowly drew her hips closer, plunging his throbbing member deeper into her slick depths.
"Mmmch, lerk, nfuuu... pah, Kotaro, ah, anh, you're all the way in...?"
"Seems like I am..."
I replied to Misaki's utterly melted voice. My entire shaft was enveloped in a hot, sticky mess, and our pubes rubbed together with a soft rustling. The thick, soft inner lips of her labia pressed against my pubic bone, the sensation pleasantly warm.
"I'm moving now."
"U-um... come... ah, fwah, ahahaa...!"
In this cramped space, we couldn't move freely. So, I pulled Misaki's hips closer while subtly thrusting my own hips forward. Unable to build speed, I focused on grinding against the deepest recesses of her womanhood with each deliberate thrust, saturating her very core with pleasure.
"Ah, ah, Kotaro, this is... so intense... haaaah... nnn, nfuuu...!"
Misaki clung to him desperately, seeking a kiss. He gripped her firm buttocks, rubbing against her cervix, and a flood of love juice overflowed into her vagina.
"...Pfft. Misaki-senpai, you're way too wet."
"But... it feels so good... Ah, haaah, ah, ah, ah..."
She tightened her arms around Kotaro and stiffened her right leg wrapped around him, beginning to thrust her hips haltingly. Wet, squelching sounds—nuchu, nichi, nyuk, nyu—resonated in the cramped, half-sealed space.
So hot...
In this stifling space, especially with summer approaching, it was inevitable that sweat would pour from their bodies. Misaki's skin glistened with sweat, the boundaries between their bodies blurring further with each passing moment.
"Kotaro... I love it, I love it...!"
The rapidity of Misaki's hip thrusts gradually increased.
"Ugh... What do you mean, 'I love you'? What exactly do you love?"
"Mmm... Huh? ...Kotaro, and your penis, and everything about our ecchi... I love it all... all of it..."
"..."
His throat bobbed at her earnest confession.
"Ooh... Your penis is getting big again, Kotaro... Doesn't it feel good? Huh? Doesn't it?"
"Gah... Ah... M-Misaki-senpai, don't move so fast..."
Whether she'd finally mastered the rhythm or was simply delighted by his pleasure, Misaki began grinding her pelvis against him with shameless abandon. Beyond simple thrusts, she swiveled side to side, rubbing his cock against her walls at every angle.
"Ah... it's so slippery inside... Kotaro's pre-cum is flooding out..."
(Ugh... Misaki-senpai is too erotic...)
With my vision mostly obscured, Misaki's melted voice and sticky breaths are amplified even more than usual. Just as she said, her pussy is overflowing with pre-cum.
"Misaki-senpai, I'm about to...!"
Just as I was about to say I was about to cum, a sudden voice came from outside the locker.
"Faaa...? What's wrong, Kotaro...? Don't tease me like that...!"
Misaki whispers in a syrupy voice, her hips jerking as if she feels I've stopped moving to tease her.
"Ugh... W-wait, Misaki-senpai! Someone... someone's nearby...!"
"Huh...?"
When I whisper urgently, Misaki's dazed voice slips out. She's adorable.
"Ugh, it's so quiet here because no one's around at this time."
"Exactly. Why does the professor even hold seminars in this place?"
"Probably because none of the other buildings are available. At least no clubs use this vending machine."
It seemed to be a group of students heading to a seminar. I thought they'd just pass by, but they stopped near the vending machine by our lockers to buy drinks.
"We've got ten minutes until the seminar. Let's take a quick break."
"Yeah, good idea. I hate that tense atmosphere right before class."
"Same."
The three male students began chatting casually.
"We won't be able to move for at least five more minutes..."
"Ugh... R-really...?"
We remained tightly embraced, still connected inside, as we exchanged hushed words. My skin prickled with fear that we might be discovered, and Misaki's soft breaths brushed against my skin, sending shivers through me.
"Kotaro, why are you getting so big...? You idiot, you're such an idiot..."
"Ugh... Misaki-senpai, stop saying such cute things... Wait, Misaki-senpai's getting tight too—she's clenching down so hard...!"
"Hnnngh! N-no, I'm not like that... Ah, ah...!"
Amidst the chatter of male students, the two whispered into each other's ears, gradually beginning to sway their hips in unison. "Don't move," Misaki murmured, even as she slowly rocked back and forth. Kotaro matched her movements, drawing her firm buttocks closer with each thrust.
"Ugh... Ugh... M-Misaki-senpai, we're in trouble. I'm gonna come...! Just a few more minutes, please! I'll buy you chocolate!"
"What do you think I am, some little girl?! ...That really pissed me off, heh heh heh heh..."
I did it.
Kotaro had teased her to distract himself from the urge to ejaculate, but he'd accidentally flipped a switch inside Misaki. She tightened her arms around his neck and deliberately clenched her vaginal muscles as she began to move her hips in a rhythmic, wet motion.
"Ah! Ah! Misaki! Senpai! This... this feels... too good...!"
"Hah! Hia! Heah! Nnn... Nfu... See? See? ...Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Misaki's voice cracked with excitement as her movements became more regular and rapid. The ridge of his cock was stroked with exquisite friction, sending shivers of mixed pleasure and tension through him, making his jaw tremble violently.
"We should probably head out soon. Ah, that was exhausting..."
"The guy in charge must be having a rough time."
"This place is especially tricky," one of the male students remarked. "I'm glad I wasn't in charge last time."
Kotaro sensed the boys were about to leave. Once they were gone, he could thrust his hips with full force, and Misaki might even be able to moan aloud. Yet, as if she'd forgotten the boys were there, Misaki continued to thrust her hips, making lewd, wet sounds.
"Kotaro, are you about to come? Are you going to spill a ton of thick, sticky stuff from your penis? Let it gush out, whoosh whoosh?"
"Ugh... yeah, I'm gonna come, but I need to hold on a little longer..."
"No way! I can't hold back anymore! Come inside me—fill me with your hot, sticky, slippery sperm—all of it! Ngh, ngh, ngh, ngh..."
Her voice, dripping honey-sweet and molten by his ear, dissolved the last shreds of his self-control.
I can't... I can't hold back anymore...!
As the male student's voice faded into the distance, Kotaro captured Misaki's thin lips, her voice husky and seductive.
"Mmm... Nngh, mmm...?! Nngh, mmm...!"
As if to repay her for everything, he gripped her buttocks tightly and thrust his hips with all his might. The slapping sounds weren't as loud as when they were on the bed, but they still rang out with vulgar intensity.
"Mmm...!"
Misaki's sudden, animalistic moans—both adorable and lewd—resounded in her skull. She couldn't even manage to move her hips in rhythm with Kotaro's thrusts; she could only cling to him with her arms and right leg, trembling violently.
(I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming...!)
The moment he sensed thick sperm surging up his narrow urethra, he yanked Misaki's buttocks closer, grinding his swollen glans against her cervix.
"Mmm...! Nngh, mmm, nnngh, mmm, mmm...!"
Splash, splash-splash, gurgle... As I emptied a torrent of thick, white semen into Misaki's womb, her heated moans and stifled cries flooded my mouth. Her body stiffened into a rigid board, her fingers digging into the nape of my neck.
"Hah, hah, haaaah... haaaaah..."
When the pulsations of my orgasm finally subsided, we finally parted lips. Misaki panted roughly, her lips parting in a plea for more. The cute gesture contrasted sharply with the lewd sight of her inner muscles contracting rhythmically around the thick deposit of semen.
"Senior Misaki... This is really too much, don't you think? We should pull out for a moment."
"...Mm."
Her lover's petulant, childish voice made me groan inwardly as I slowly withdrew my throbbing shaft. Misaki carefully opened the locker door first. The indoor air, usually not particularly cool, felt refreshingly cool against our heated bodies.
"Hmm, no one's here."
"That's a relief... I wouldn't have wanted to get caught... Oh, wait..."
Misaki's blouse was soaked with sweat, making her bra visible through the fabric. Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, Kotaro's eyes widened.
"M-Misaki-senpai, your blouse is see-through!"
"Hmm? Oh... right. But that's not important..."
Following Kotaro's observation, Misaki glanced down at her body but didn't seem particularly bothered. With a smirk, she shifted her gaze to his half-erect cock, dripping with a mixture of love juice and semen.
"You can't go back like this, all sticky and wet... Mmm..."
"Ugh...!?"
Still standing in the locker room, Misaki dropped to her knees and took his flaccid cock into her mouth with a wet pop.
"Mmm... slurp... mmm... huff... slurrrp... squelch... slurrrp..."
"O... ohhhh...!"
Misaki gently placed her hands on Kotaro's hips, pursed her lips lasciviously, and pressed her cheek firmly against his erect cock. Her tongue meticulously traced from the glans down the shaft, lingering hungrily at the ridge. It was clear her ministrations were meant not just to clean him, but to stoke his arousal.
"...Pfft. Ahh, you're rock-hard now."
Misaki gazed adoringly at his skyward-pointing erection. With each sniff of her nose, her plump buttocks, swaddled in her long skirt, swayed teasingly.
"...Can I go to your place, Misaki-senpai? I can't take it anymore..."
"Mm, I was going to ask the same. You can do whatever you want with me, right?"
The whispered words, delivered with a sidelong glance, made my cock twitch sharply.
"...So we'll pounce on you the moment we enter the room. It's already decided."
"...h..."
Her cat-like eyes widened, and her slender throat bobbed with a swallow.
"...I... understand..."
She acknowledged it in a hoarse voice, then rubbed her cheek against my erect cock as if swearing her submission.
True to her word, the moment I returned home and embraced Misaki, she whispered, "S-stop... you're being too rough..." in a voice so pliant it was terrifying. On reflex, I pinned her down right in the entranceway. We'd ejaculated twice before even reaching the bed, and Misaki had come so many times she'd lost count.
As the night wore on, their stomachs growled simultaneously. After showering together, they went to a 24-hour family restaurant. Misaki was nearly asleep while eating her hamburger.
I love both versions of Misaki-senpai too much...
The Misaki during their intimate moments and the Misaki who was usually composed yet mischievous—both were equally Misaki, and both were equally captivating.
I'm falling for her more and more every day... he thought, gently stroking Misaki's cheek as she dozed off. "Hm? What is it? Trying to ambush me again?" Hamster-senpai mumbled sleepily, her face flushing slightly. He was utterly smitten, but then a waitress gave them a suspicious look. Completely self-inflicted.