They remained pinned against the laundry room wall, Ryusei's strong arms cradling Venalana's weight as their breathing slowed from ragged gasps to heavy pants. His cock, still buried deep inside her pulsing pussy, softened gradually, but not before a warm trickle of their mixed cum began to leak out. She felt it first—a slow, sticky drip sliding down her inner thighs, coating her skin in evidence of their raw passion. His shaft, slick and glistening with her juices and his own release, slipped free with a wet pop as he lowered her feet to the floor. Cum continued to ooze from her stretched folds, trailing down her legs in rivulets that made her shiver.
Venalana panted, her voluptuous chest heaving, full breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her violet eyes, hazy with satisfaction, locked onto his. Without a word, she sank to her knees before him, the cool tile biting into her skin. Her hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling the veins pulse under her fingers. 'Zeoticus... he's only half this size at best,' she murmured, voice husky with awe and lingering lust. 'You've ruined me for him.'
Leaning in, she pressed a sloppy kiss to the tip, lips smearing their combined fluids across the sensitive head. Her tongue darted out, licking broad strokes along the length—up the underside, swirling around the ridge, tasting the salty tang of his cum mixed with her own sweetness. She savored it, moaning softly as she cleaned him with deliberate laps. Then, parting her lips, she took him into her mouth, sucking vigorously. Her head bobbed, cheeks hollowing as she worked him deeper, invigorating pulls drawing a groan from his throat. His hands tangled in her brunette hair, guiding gently but firmly, fingers threading through the strands.
She pushed further, gagging slightly as the head hit the back of her throat, saliva dripping down her chin. But she didn't stop—continued her ministrations, tongue pressing flat against the underside while she hollowed her cheeks, vibrations from her moans humming along his shaft. Ryusei grunted, hips twitching involuntarily, the sensation building fast.
It hit him suddenly—his cock throbbed, and he came with a bitten-off moan, an overwhelming load erupting. Venalana pulled back just in time, ropes of thick cum spraying across her face, splattering her cheeks and lips, then arcing to coat her heavy breasts and tangle in her hair. She knelt there, basking in it, a finger scooping a glob from her breast. She brought it to her mouth, licking it clean with a contented hum, eyes fluttering at his taste—musky, potent, addictive.
Rising, she grabbed a towel from the shelf, wiping the cum from her face and thighs, then dabbing at her breasts and hair. Both fully naked, her sundress and his clothes discarded in a heap, she dropped the towel into the washer with a casual flick. Padding back to him, she cupped his face and kissed him deeply, tongues tangling in a slow, affectionate dance. 'That was the best sex I've ever had,' she whispered against his lips, voice trembling with sincerity. 'I needed this... needed you.'
He was still hard, cock jutting insistently, and he pushed forward, hands on her hips. But she stepped back with a playful smile, wrapping her fingers around his length. 'Not here,' she said, tugging him along. She led him upstairs by his cock, the grip firm and teasing, through the dimly lit hallway to her bedroom. The door clicked shut behind them.
In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, they collided in a passionate kiss—lips bruising, bodies pressing flush. Ryusei's hands roamed her curves, squeezing her ass as she melted against him. Breaking the kiss, he turned her around, guiding her to the bed. She bent over willingly, upper body and stomach draped across the mattress, legs straight on the floor, plump rear presented. He positioned behind her, gripping her hips, cock nudging her soaked entrance.
With one deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, her pussy clenching greedily around him. Venalana had long surrendered to lust and desire since the laundry room; her cries rang out sharp and needy—'Yes! Fuck me!'—moans spilling freely as he entranced her. Ryusei was lost too, captivated by her voice, sultry and desperate, and the way her ass jiggled with each powerful snap of his hips. He spanked one cheek, the slap echoing, leaving a red handprint. She loved it, arching back with a gasp, pussy tightening in response—'Harder! Spank me again!'
He obliged, alternating slaps with deep thrusts, her flesh rippling under his palm. Her cries grew louder, body rocking forward on the bed. After minutes of relentless pounding, he drove in with a long, deep thrust, grinding against her cervix as he came, flooding her once more with hot spurts. She shuddered, milking him through her own peak, walls fluttering.
Catching her breath, Venalana crawled fully onto the bed, turning to her back, legs spreading invitingly. Ryusei climbed over her, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. He entered her smoothly, slick from their releases, and she screamed, 'I love your cock! It's so thick, so perfect!' He grunted in response, thrusting steadily, hips rolling to hit her depths. For another hour, they went at it—missionary turning frantic, her nails digging into his back, legs locked around his waist as he drove into her, grunts mingling with her endless pleas.
Finally, he paused, flipping her on top. Straddling him, she sank down, riding with abandon. Completely lost, her eyes rolled back white, mouth agape in endless screams, tongue lolling free as pleasure overwhelmed her. Breasts bounced wildly, hands braced on his chest. The intense rhythm built to a shattering orgasm for both—he bucked up, filling her again as she convulsed, juices soaking his groin.
She leaned forward, collapsing onto his chest, still impaled. He thrust slowly now, lazy rolls of his hips matching her subtle grinds and hip sways, drawing out the aftershocks. Eventually, she shifted to her side, and he pulled out, cock nestling close to her entrance, the head poking between her thighs. He drew the blanket over them, spooning her from behind—arm draped over her waist, bodies warm and spent. They drifted to sleep, breaths syncing in the quiet room.
Hours later, late at night, Rias trudged home from the downtown fashion boutique, exhaustion weighing her steps. The house was dark, lights out, so she figured her mom was asleep. Kicking off her shoes in the foyer, she padded upstairs to her room, but paused at Venalana's door. Cracking it open, she peeked in—the room pitch black, her mother sleeping blissfully under the covers, a soft smile on her face. Rias didn't notice the figure spooned behind her, hidden in the shadows.
Closing the door gently, Rias headed to her own room, collapsing into bed. In the master bedroom, Venalana stirred faintly, feeling the base of Ryusei's cock rub against her pussy through the sheets. A blissful moan escaped her lips, body pressing back instinctively, before she drifted off again, content in his embrace.