Rubbing, handjob, blowjob, naked body pressed against
Title: A Heated Encounter
The room was warm, almost humid, from the heated bodies of the two occupants. Miki, a petite Japanese woman with long flowing raven hair, was pressed against the wall, her golden skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Takashi, a well-built man with chiseled abs and a quick smile, had her pinned, his eyes locked on hers with a fierce, almost hungry intensity.
Miki’s breath caught in her throat as Takashi’s hands roamed her body, caressing her curves through the thin fabric of her sundress. She could feel the heat radiating off his broad chest, his muscular arms caging her in. His scent enveloping her, a heady mix of sweat and something distinctly masculine.
“Takashi,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. “What are you doing?”
He smirked, his thumb tracing the line of her collarbone. “I think you know exactly what I’m doing, Miki.” His voice was low and smooth, like honey, sending shivers down her spine.
Miki’s heart raced as Takashi’s hands slid down, tugging at the hem of her dress. She bit her lip, her eyes darting towards the door, wondering if anyone else was around. But the house was silent, their advances hidden from prying eyes.
With a swift motion, Takashi lifted the dress over her head, leaving Miki bare. She blushed, her hands instinctively covering her breasts, her nipples already hard, poking between her fingers.
“No, let me see you,” Takashi demanded. He brushed her hands away, his gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. “You’re perfect.”
Miki shuddered as his fingers traced her exposed skin, goosebumps forming in the wake of his touch. She could feel the evidence of his desire pressed against her stomach, hard and insistent.
Takashi leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss. Miki whimpered, her hands fisting in his hair as their tongues danced. The kiss was fervent, passionate, a nod to the desperation they both felt.
Break free soon. Set them on a new position.
Miki pushed him away, a wicked grin playing on her lips. “Not so fast, takashi,” she purred. “I want to play with you.”
She sank to her knees, her hands working on his belt, popping the buckle open. Takashi groaned, his head falling back against the wall as Miki freed him from his confines.
“And what do you want to do, Miki?” He panted, his voice a low rumble.
Miki licked her lips, her eyes on his swollen member. “I want to taste you,” she said, her tone laced with promise.
She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the bead of moisture from his tip. Takashi’s hands clenched, his nails digging into the wall. Miki hummed in approval, taking him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth.
Takashi’s world narrowed to the feel of Miki’s hot mouth around him, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. “Fuck,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more of her heat.
Miki pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She stroked him, her hand working in tandem with her wicked tongue. “You like that, baby?” She purred, looking up at him through her lashes.
Takashi could only nod, his brainfucked by the sensation. He tangled his fingers in Miki’s hair, guiding her movements, his grip tightening with each thrust.
Miki took him back into her mouth, determined to drive him to the edge. She could feel him throbbing, hear his moans growing louder, more needy. She knew he was close, could sense his impending release.
With a final stroke, Miki pulled back, releasing him from her mouth with a pop. “Not yet,” she said, her voice mischievous. “I’m not done playing with you.”
Takashi groaned in frustration, his cock twitching, desperate for release. But Miki just grinned, rising to her feet. She pressed her body against his, her breasts against his chest, her hips cradling his hardness.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered, her hand guiding him to her entrance. “I want you to fill me.”
Takashi needed no further encouragement. In one swift movement, he lifted Miki, her legs wrapping around his waist. He slammed into her, his hardness filling her, stretching her.
Miki cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Yes,” she hissed, “Fuck me, Takashi. Make me yours.”
Takashi complied, his hips snapping forward, driving into her with abandon. The room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, their moans of pleasure echoing off the walls.
Miki’s walls clung to him, pulsing around his cock, urging him deeper. He could feel her growing tighter, her movements becoming more frenzied. She was close, he could tell. And he was determined to make her explode.
“Come for me, Miki,” he demanded, his voice rough, “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
His words sent Miki flying over the edge. “A-Ahh! Takashi!” she screamed, her body shuddering, her climax ripping through her.
The feel of Miki’s walls spasming around him was too much for Takashi. With a final thrust, he spilled into her, his seed filling her, his cries of pleasure mingling with hers.
They stayed like that for a while, their bodies pressed together, their breathing ragged. Miki’s legs were still wrapped around Takashi, her face buried in the crook of his neck. He stroked her hair, pressing soft kisses to her temple.
“Amazing,” Miki whispered, her voice filled with contentment. “You’re amazing, Takashi.”
He chuckled, a low rumbling sound in his chest. “Anytime, Miki,” he replied, his tone filled with promise. And they both knew that this was far from over.
