Morning light filtered through the curtains of Venalana's bedroom, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets. She stirred first, her head resting comfortably on Ryusei's broad chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing lulling her. Memories of the previous day flooded back—the sink repair turning into heated touches, the laundry room frenzy, the upstairs marathon of thrusts and screams. Her body ached in the best way, pussy still tender from his thick cock stretching her repeatedly, filled with his cum. A smile curved her lips; it had been the most intense, fulfilling sex of her life, far surpassing anything with Zeoticus.
Her hand trailed down his toned abs, fingers wrapping around his morning wood. He was already half-hard, the shaft warm and heavy in her palm. She stroked gently, base to tip, feeling it twitch and lengthen under her touch. Emboldened, Venalana slid down the bed, crawling under the sheets. The fabric tented over her as she positioned between his legs, her breath ghosting over his skin. Parting her lips, she engulfed the head, tongue swirling around the ridge as she sucked slowly, worshipfully. Inch by inch, she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks, savoring the musky taste of him—clean from sleep, but promising more.
Ryusei woke with a low moan, senses igniting at the wet heat enveloping his cock. He lifted the sheets, peering down to the sight: Venalana's violet eyes locking onto his, full of devotion as her head bobbed. Strands of her brunette hair framed her face, lips stretched around his girth. 'Fuck,' he groaned softly, hand reaching to brush her cheek.
She held his gaze, sucking with renewed purpose, slurping sounds muffled under the covers. Then, lifting her massive breasts—heavy and soft, nipples pebbled—she sandwiched his slick shaft between them. The valley of her cleavage gripped him tight as she pushed her tits together, sliding up and down while her mouth worked the tip, tongue flicking the slit. She went harder now, breasts bouncing with the motion, mouth sucking voraciously, vibrations from her hums traveling straight to his balls.
It didn't take long. Ryusei's hips bucked, a guttural grunt escaping as he came. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth; she swallowed greedily, taking as much as she could, but some overflowed, dribbling down her chin to splatter her breasts and streak her face. Pulling back for breath, she gasped, chest heaving, cum glistening on her skin like pearls.
Glancing at the alarm clock—8:45 AM—Venalana's eyes widened. Rias must be home by now, probably still asleep after her late shift. 'Shit,' she whispered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She licked her fingers clean, then dabbed at the mess on her breasts with the sheet corner, cleaning herself as best she could in haste.
Grabbing a silk robe from the chair, she slipped it on, tying it loosely over her naked curves. 'Wait here,' she murmured to Ryusei, who nodded, propping himself on an elbow, cock still semi-erect and shiny from her attentions.
Venalana crept downstairs to the laundry room, heart pounding. Their clothes lay in a haphazard pile: her sundress crumpled on the floor, his tank top, shorts, boxers, and sneakers scattered nearby. She gathered them quickly, bundling everything under her arm, and tiptoed back up. Pausing at Rias's door, she pressed her ear against it—soft snores emanated from within; her daughter was still out cold.
Slipping into the bedroom, she handed Ryusei his things. He dressed swiftly in the dim light—boxers first, then shorts, tank top hugging his compact muscles, sneakers laced up. Venalana watched, biting her lip, already missing the feel of him.
She led him downstairs, hand in his, sneaking to the front door like teenagers. At the threshold, she pulled him into a deep kiss—tongues dancing, her body pressing flush against his, robe parting slightly to tease her bare skin. Her hands clutched his shirt, almost yanking him back inside for another round, but she forced herself to pull away, breathless. 'Go... before she wakes.'
Ryusei flashed a grin, squeezing her ass one last time before stepping out into the morning air. He crossed the short distance to his house next door, the neighborhood quiet save for birdsong.
Venalana closed the door softly, leaning against it with a dreamy sigh, fingers touching her swollen lips. Her body hummed with satisfaction, pussy clenching at the memory of his thrusts. She floated upstairs, robe whispering against her thighs, already replaying every moan and spank in her mind.
Back home, Ryusei stripped off his clothes and headed to his master bathroom. The hot shower cascaded over his light golden brown skin, washing away the night's sweat and her scent. He soaped his lean, muscular frame, mind wandering to Venalana's voluptuous body, her eager mouth, the way she'd screamed for more. Rinsing off, he toweled dry and dressed in fresh gear: loose athletic shorts, a fitted black tee that accentuated his spiky black hair with purple streaks, and sneakers.
The gym didn't need him every hour—his staff handled the daily grind—but checking in kept things running smooth. Grabbing his keys, he headed out, ready to oversee the morning classes, a subtle spring in his step from the unexpected detour.