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Title: The 4-Shot Cumshot Spectacle of the Busty Runner

In the sultry, humid Japanese summer, one can find an endless array of entrepreneurs offering their wares on the sidewalks of crowded neighbourhoods. From popsicle and melon juice vendors to mobile phone repairmen, they hawk their goods with untiring enthusiasm. But nothing could have prepared the unsuspecting passersby for the spectacle that was about to unfold.

Our story follows Yuuka, a 20-year-old college student with a body to die for. Her petite frame is contrasted beautifully by her generous, perky breasts, which seem to defy gravity in their pertness. Her lithe, tanned legs seem to go on for miles, ending in delicate feet that beg to be worshiped. On this particularly scorching afternoon, Yuuka was out for her daily run, her breasts bouncing with each stride, drawing appreciative stares from the men and women she passed.

As she jogged by a side street, a peculiar sight caught her eye. A young, handsome man was leaning against a wall, his swim trunks tented obscenely. As Yuuka drew closer, he gestured for her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Intrigued, Yuuka approached, her breasts heaving with exertion. The man produced a roll of bills from his pocket, peeling off a few, and tucking them into the waistband of his swimsuit.

With a coy grin, Yuuka reached out, tracing a finger along the bulge in the man’s trunks. Her fingers deftly unfastened them, allowing his thick, hard cock to spring free. Yuuka took it in her soft, delicate hand, stroking it gently as she sank to her knees before him. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she knowingly pursed her glossy lips, leaning forward to run her tongue along his shaft. She took him deep, her head bobbing as she expertly deep-throated his manhood.

The man groaned, his hands fisting in Yuuka’s silky hair. After a few moments, he pulled her off his cock, wiping her mouth with her thumb as she gazed up at him with lust-darkened eyes. In one swift movement, he swept her up in his arms, carrying her over to a porch and lowering her onto a cushion. Yuuka spirted out of her sports bra, allowing her ample breasts to spill free, her pierced nipples hardened into stiff peaks. The man wasted no time in burying his face between them, suckling and nipping at the sensitive buds as Yuuka writhed beneath him.

His hand trailed down her body, pushing aside her damp shorts to delve into her wet heat. Yuuka gasped as his fingers parted her delicate folds, exploring her depths and circling her engorged clit. She bucked against his hand, desperate for more friction. Sensing her need, the man plunged two fingers knuckle-deep inside her, pumping them in and out as his thumb rubbed circles on her aching nub.

Yuuka’s moans grew louder, louder, blending with the obscene slick sounds of his fingers pistoning in and out of her as her orgasm built. She came with a scream, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. The man didn’t let up, continuing to stroke her through her climax until she went limp, sated and trembling.

He withdrew his fingers from her dripping sex, bringing them to his lips to taste her essence. He laved her juices from his digits, eyeing Yuuka hungrily. Yuuka reached for him, wrapping her hand around his thick cock and guiding him to her entrance. With a groan, he sheathed himself fully inside her, his hips setting a deep, grinding pace. Yuuka wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper as he fucked her hard against the cushion.

The man’s thrusts grew erratic as he neared his peak, pistoning wildly into Yuuka’s clasp. With a strangled cry, he pulled out, stroking his cock over Yuuka’s heaving tits as he came in thick, pearly ropes. HisSeed painted Yuuka’s chest and neck, dripping down to coat her pierced nipples. She squeezed her tits together, milking his cock as he shot spurt after spurt onto her skin.

Finally spent, the man flopped back onto the porch, his chest heaving. Yuuka sat up, her body glistening with sweat and cum as she reached for her sports bra and shorts. She grinned at the man, giving him a wink as she sauntered away, leaving him in a post-coital haze. Once she rounded the corner, she retrieved a handful of bills from her waistband, counting them as she walked. Another successful jog, she mused to herself, slipping the cash into her purse. She always made good money during summer runs.