241013パパ活やってる子を生でズボズボ6

The pronounced, rhythmic sounds of *zu-bo, zu-bo* echoed conveniently muffled by the thin walls of the Nakano studio apartment. Inside, a rather unassuming yet eager young Japanese man named Hikaru went to work, perched on a low stool as he gently abraded the taut, clear barrier of the condoms positioned snugly over his thick, throbbing erection. He worked with purposeful, deliberate motions, applying liberal amounts of lube as he went along.

Just yesterday, Hikaru had hosted a young woman at his place. She was a petite yet curvaceous local college student in her early twenties named Akari, and she was painfully shy despite her line of work – a sort of sugar baby who offered her companionship and company to wealthy benefactors, often in exchange for handsome cash gifts and lavish date expenses. Once, Hikaru had even taken her out on a date to an upscale sushi restaurant in Harajuku, and while all the fuss and expense made her blush, he also noticed that a part of her seemed to revel in the attention.

As their relationship progressed to a more intimate stage, Hikaru took things slow, always respecting her shy demeanor. And now, her bashful nature only made him want to unwind her further, watching her squirm and writhe in nervous, reluctant excitement at his gentle teasing touch. Their current arrangement was an open secret – Akari would come over once a week, and Hikaru would peel back her layer as far as she’d allow, edging ever closer to a much deeper connection.

Hikaru stroked himself firmly, remembering Akari’s nubile teen body, so shiny and slick with sweat, her breathy cooing as she strained and outlined the barrier of their protection, unconsciously showing him when she wanted him to push her boundaries further. His groans lingered through tight breaths as he let his thick fingers work, pumping with his rhythm, thinking of Akari poised over him and his reward at the end of this game. With an assertive thrust, Hikaru spilled his seed, painting the condom white. Shuddering and shaky under his breath, he removed his barrier and set the used rubber aside, knowing that just yesterday, he had milked his first load into an unrepentant, heedless sample. The risk, the taboo, only made the illicit accomplishment more thrilling.