Crazy for Love

Looks like tonight may end with a huge failure… Or so decides one tanned brunette who stares at his phone screen as if it is reading his death sentence while sitting in the bar.

“Come on, man… You cannot do this to me!” Kusanagi complains as he still looks in disbelief at his chat history.

Apparently, the latest message from one co-worker saying:

Sorry, I cannot hang out with you tonight. Shingo got sick.

When Kusanagi growls and makes a frustrated look, he adds. “You stupid! So, your dumb little nerd friend is more important than scoring big with chicks? Fine, as if I care! At least one of us will leave the Virgin club.”

After shoving his phone into his jeans pocket, the tanned brunette continues murmuring not the kindest words.

Now, he turns to the bar and rests his elbows on the wooden counter.

“One whiskey on the rocks, please!” Kusanagi raises his finger and demands.

“Right, and anything else?” The bartender asks.

“It’ll be fine for now,” The tanned brunette replies and picks up the wallet from his bag. “By the card.”

One thing is for sure: no matter how bad he feels betrayed by his friend for whom he just wanted to get a girlfriend and focus less on that buddy of his, Kusanagi still holds the hope that he’ll use the bag’s content on some bimbo or cougar.

After paying for his drink, Kusanagi hangs his head low and sighs. “Whatever... K’ doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. But then there’s more to me.”

Soon, he receives the glass filled with the dark amber liquid and large ice cubes floating like icebergs.

Thus, the tanned brunette officially opens the hunting season for a trophy girlfriend.

Unfortunately for him, his set targets keep on rejecting him, either by pulling some guy and saying they are taken or by claiming to have no interest in men or losers like Kusanagi.

While the tanned brunette sips another glass, he rolls his eyes in annoyance, and his gaze shoots at the girls whom he tried to hit on.

This one might have been a lesbian, anyways.

That one’s boobs are dangling like an old gorilla’s.

Just a walking set of makeup, eyelashes, fake nails, and a peroxide blonde wig.

Tsk, what's a skeleton doing here? Rattle your bones somewhere else!

Clearly a gold-digger…

“Will there ever be a right woman for me?” Kusanagi complains and chugs the whiskey.

However, when he turns his head to the entrance, inside his head he can hear the ring of the victory gong.

Apparently, a redhead woman in her mid-twenties wearing dark shades steps into the bar. It seems that she has a single white lock among her slick back long hair.

Moreover, she wears a long black open coat and under it, there is a buttoned red silk shirt, which is tucked in the high-waist pants. It seems her high-heel shoes are making her look taller.

Judging from her golden chain necklace, fancy gloves, and famous designer’s belt alone, she is definitely from high class.

One thing is for sure: that’s his big shot. No chick even comes close to this woman. He is also confident if he seduces her, he will have a sugar-mommy and never need to work for the rest of his life.

Besides, it’ll be a perfect chance to remind that rich lady of her place and humble her.

So, it’s decided then. That woman is mine! Kusanagi smirks like a cat who spotted a new plaything.

But for now, Kusanagi suggestively licks his palm and brushes his hair.

When he gets up from the bar chair, he approaches his target like a large, deadly cat and fixes his open leather jacket.

Meanwhile, the redhead doubts if she should step back or how to act toward the weird fellow who may have questionable motives.

While Kusanagi keeps his hands on his jeans, he greets the woman who is taller than him. “Hey~ How are you doing, babe?”

Surprisingly, the redhead manages to keep her straight face and raises her eyebrow. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Kusanagi replies while making a flirtatious look. “Yes. You put a spell on me, and now I cannot remove my eyes from you. So, take your responsibility for that, ma’am, I mean, miss.”

Despite whatever this guy is trying to do, the red-haired woman with sunglasses remains calm and keeps questioning him. “Did you drink too much? Do you want me to call a taxi for you to get home?”

Unfortunately for her, the tanned brunette wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer. “Yeah. I’m drunk as a devil because of your beauty.”

While he observes this woman’s deadpan expression, he adds. “So, how about I get us some drinks? It would be nice to know you better.”

After respiring, Kusanagi persists. “But first, let me remove your coat, and then I’ll carry it for you like the gentleman I am.”

Surely, this guy is an absolute weirdo, but he seems to not possess any malice or threat. That’s why it might be for the better to play along and see what he is up to. Or so the redhead decides.

After closing her eyes and sighing, she answers. “Fine. But if you start throwing up or pass out, I’m calling the ambulance.”

These words make the tanned brunette smile like an idiot, and he removes his arm from his partner’s waist.

Upon tiptoeing, he gently grasps the edges of the red-haired woman’s coat and chuckles. “Hehe~ Now we’re talking about it.”

After removing the dark coat from her shoulders, he offers to get one arm out and then another one from this piece of clothing.

Lastly, Kusanagi points at the bar with his palm without removing his strangely sleepy look from the redhead. “So, after you, ma’am~”

Of course, she feels she has no choice but to keep company for this skrunkly little creature.

After the tanned brunette offers her a seat, he sits next to his partner and addresses her. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. I’m the one and only – Kusanagi. And you?”

At first, the redhead hesitates about whether to tell her name. Although it’s not like this strange fellow really cares or may remember it.

After a brief pause, she politely introduces herself and extends her hand at Kusanagi. “Alba. So, nice to meet you, Kusanagi-kun.”

However, instead of the expected handshake, Kusanagi goes further.

When the tanned brunette takes her gloved hand, he brings it to his lips and lands a soft kiss.

Surely, that gesture and Kusanagi’s adoring look surprise Alba, but she manages to keep her cool.

While holding her lifted hand, he comments. “So, that’s how my angel is called... Ya know, since we are here, let me get you something. So, do you prefer these girly cocktails or something stronger?”

Of course, Kusanagi’s behavior makes the redhead roll her eyes, but she answers. “If you insist, then whatever you’re having.”

After releasing her hand, the tanned brunette makes a smug look and turns to the bartender. “Oi! Give me two Cuba Libres.”

A moment later, he glances at his partner. “Unless it is too strong of a drink for your taste.”

“No, I’ll be fine.” Alba responds.

Just when she is about to reach for her coat that rests on Kusanagi’s lap, Kusanagi grips her wrist and remarks without removing his playful look from her. “You’re bold. I like women like that.”

Despite that, the redhead briefly explains. “Just let me pick up my wallet, okay?”

Surely, it doesn’t satisfy Kusanagi, and he argues back. “Hey, didn’t I tell you before? I’m the one paying tonight. Just because I’m a storage worker at the grocery shop, it doesn’t mean I cannot afford a drink for a lady.”

Alba only closes her eyes and does her best to remain patient. “I never said that.”

“Then leave it to me, ‘cos am I the MAN or not?” The tanned brunette cracks a smile.

Surely, Kusanagi-kun is an interesting fellow, to say the least... Alba wonders. Although he doesn’t look smart enough to try anything funny, and in the worst case, he may just give her a headache.

“Alright then.” The redhead responds.

Finally, after Kusanagi places a new order, it doesn't take long for the two glasses of Cuba Libre.

Thus, with a high level of confidence and carelessness, Kusanagi lifts the glass. “Come on, raise yours too. And cheers!~”

I can’t wait to break that poker face of yours. I'm gonna make you squeal like a pig.

Seeing the tanned brunette chugging his glass as if there is no tomorrow mildly concerns Alba. “You shouldn’t rush like that.”

Kusanagi waves his hand. “It’s fiiine. I can handle stronger drinks. Just watch me.”

“If you say so. But slow down a bit. I don’t want you to end up in the hospital.” The redhead replies while taking a smaller sip of her drink.

“I’ll be fine~” The tanned brunette continues arguing and makes a teasing look. “If you are worried about me that much, how about you become my girlfriend?”

After lowering her glass, Alba exhales and comments. “You clearly had enough. Come. I’ll take you home.”

Surely, his partner’s reaction entertains him.

After moving his palm on Alba’s thigh, he starts rubbing it while making purring-like noises. “Aren’t we moving a bit too fast? Not that I mind it.”

However, just as the tanned brunette’s palm slides closer to Alba’s privates, she grips his wrist. “Stop.”

“What’s wrong? Are you a cherry lady or something?” Kusanagi playfully fires back.

After a short pause, the redhead states with a deadpan face. “… I might be a bit different from a woman you are expecting, Kusanagi-kun. So, I don’t want to set your hopes high and upset you.”

When Kusanagi rolls his eyes and groans, he rubs his nape. “Oh, so, you’re a “I’m not like the other girls” girlie, right? As if you're gonna have something that would fucking scare me, like a hidden extra limb or something,” and points at his bag thrown over his shoulder. “Either way, you’re lucky ‘cos I didn’t come empty-handed and have everything we need.”

The redhead briefly cracks a smile and suggests. “You are a weird fellow, but I’m slowly starting to like it. So, should we continue our talk somewhere else private?”

Surely, it intrigues Kusanagi, and now, while he leans on the counter, a natural excitement sparks in his crimson eyes. “Hoo~ Should we go to a love hotel?”

When Alba shakes her head, she explains. “I was thinking about heading to my place. Of course, if you don’t mind it, Kusanagi-kun.”

In the end, the tanned brunette is surely more than satisfied by these words. Goodbye, Virgin Club! I’m not coming back there.

“Of course not. So, finish your drink and let’s go!” He responds.

Thus, a few minutes later, Kusanagi wraps his arm around his partner’s waist and leaves the bar. Even being greeted by Alba’s parked red Mazda SAVANNA RX-7, he is certain that he is the luckiest bastard in this world and that it’s purely on K’ to be missing out on everything.

After some time, this couple arrives at the hotel room where Alba stays, and she unlocks the door.

After stepping in, the tanned brunette scans his surroundings. Is this woman some president’s daughter or something?

Surely, Kusanagi may have only seen hotel rooms like this on TV. After all, for someone like him, it’s something unreachable, and he can only dream of having it.

The first thing that he notices is a queen-sized bed with a white bedsheet and a couple of matching-colored pillows and a chocolate-colored cylinder-shaped cushion on each side. Behind the bed, there is a wall-sized painting of the blooming cherry blossom garden during the sunset.

Then, of course, in front of the bed, a flat wide-screen TV is resting on the wooden desk against the wall, and not far from it is a door that probably leads to the bathroom.

Lastly, there are wall-sized, coffee-colored curtains that are covering the entire wall. Perhaps that’s the glass wall he has seen during the car ride toward the hotel. Then, not that far from that wall, there is a long, black woodworking desk on which are a pile of folders, a closed expensive laptop, a modern-looking table lamp, and some other stuff.

But for now, the redhead addresses him. “You can hang your jacket in the closet over there. And please feel like you’re at home.”

“Then give me your coat ‘cos I can hang it on the same go as a real gentleman. Also, in the meantime, you can wait for me on the bed.” Kusanagi suggests.

Surely, when the tanned brunette makes the same eyes as a lascivious cat, she cannot help herself but like this silly little man.

After Alba removes her coat and puts her gloves into its pockets, she hands it to Kusanagi and watches him walking to the large closet, leaning against the wall, with mirror door reflects the bed.

Just before opening the door, he throws his bag, which lands on the bed.

After removing his jacket, he rests it on top of his partner’s coat; he opens the closet and hangs these two pieces of clothing.

When he handles this task, he turns toward the bed and jumped in.

Thus, as Kusanagi lands on the bed, his body and the thrown bag bounce up before finally landing on the mattress.

Meanwhile, Alba only covers her mouth and exhales at observing the tanned brunette seemingly having the best time of his life.

Kusanagi addresses her while lying on his side and leaning on his elbow. “Oi, are you coming or not?”

He is far from being perfect, but even with his attitude, Alba finds it as a part of Kusanagi’s charms or him being cute.

Although she understands that she has to hold back. Otherwise, she may go overboard and hurt or upset her partner. So, before it happens, she is determined to make him cum without needing to go all the way.

When she approaches him and sits close to him, Kusanagi presses his chest against her back and throws his arm over her shoulder.

Despite the tanned brunette wrapping another arm around her waist and starting to kiss her neck, Alba closes her eyes and calmly comments. “You are a quite eager boy, aren’t you, Kusanagi-kun?”

However, as Kusanagi begins groping her breast, he makes sweet sighs between kisses and using his tongue.

It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it? I wish I had turned on the TV first. But it cannot be helped then. Perhaps by this time, Soiree is asleep too. The redhead wonders while letting her partner do as he pleases.

Even when Kusanagi’s other hand moves up to the top buttons of her shirt and starts unfastening it, she doesn’t mind it.

Besides, from Kusanagi’s clumsy hand movement and mild trembling, she can tell that it might be his first time having sex with anyone. Or so she thinks and cracks a smile.

But for now, she notices the tanned brunette’s slightly shy look while struggling with the current task.

Despite that, he explains in a mildly nervous tone. “These don’t work, but I can handle this without your help.”

After managing to unbutton her shirt, he grasps the edges of it and immediately exposes her upper body and her black bra decorated with flowery laces.

While his eyes are at Alba's well formed abs, he addresses her. “So, you’re also a gym freak? Let’s see what other surprises you’re hiding.”

Even after removing her red shirt from her shoulders and lowering it, he tries to keep his cool at noticing her muscular arms. “If you thought that I'm gonna hate it… I don’t mind it, you know.”

This expression only makes Alba crack a smile and chuckle. “You’re cute, Kusanagi-kun.”

When she turns around, she pushes the tanned brunette to lie on his back and corners him. “However, this is where I’ll take the lead from now on. Unless you don’t want to.”

At first, Kusanagi is briefly confused, but he doesn’t remove his eyes from the redhead and replies. “So, you’re like a dommy-mommy too? I get it. But then you can open the bag and find a bunch of stuff that you may like.”

I preferred to use those on you until you cry, but maybe it’s okay to watch you play with them, I guess? The tanned brunette turns his head and lowers his gaze.

“Dommy what?” The redhead chuckles and adds. “You sure are tempting me to eat you up.”

When she brushes down her partner’s chest with her finger, she explains in a gentle yet deeper voice. “However, first, I’ll teach you a way that can make you feel good. So, let’s see whether you brought anything I can use.”

After Alba turns around and leans toward the bag’s side, Kusanagi half-sits and watches her with such mischievous eyes.

When she unzips the bag, she covers her mouth at the content inside. “Oh my…”

But for now, she turns the bag upside-down, and a bunch of sex toys, a bottle of lube, and a line of wrapped condoms fall on the bed. Yes, there are dildos, and there is a smaller version of the Hitachi Magic Wand.

Although she cracks a smile at the rose-themed toys, which Kusanagi has brought. Something like a silicone ball gag with a rose, a red rose vibrating anal plug with the controller, and even rose buds for clitoris sucking or licking. And the shiniest of them all – a metal butt plug with a blooming rose for his little princess.

However, Kusanagi’s prideful bragging makes her turn her head. “Did you find anything you like? And what did I tell you? I didn’t come empty-handed.”

And you have no idea that it cost me almost half of my salary. So, you better be enjoying these.

While Alba sits on one knee, she holds her chin and makes a small request. “Then can I ask you to take off your pants and get on all fours?”

“Fine, ‘cos what I won’t do for my demanding princess.” The tanned brunette replies and does what he is told to.

Of course, the very least he has imagined is that his first time will be as a submissive top. But it’s not the worst thing in the world. Anyways, it’s only a matter of time before this chick will be bouncing on his dick like a horny rabbit. So, he just has to endure for a bit until that. Or so Kusanagi thinks as he shoves his bottom in the air and lowers his jeans and underwear.

Although he has to admit it, it’s an embarrassing position, which makes him hide his face in his elbows and let out a short groan. Besides, he can feel how his ears are burning while his cheeks nicely warm up. So, it’s better not to show her his uncool side. The tanned brunette decides.

Surely, her partner’s obedience and him being in such a vulnerable position thrills Alba deep inside and makes her sigh. That’s why he deserves a little reward.

When Alba grabs an unopened bottle of lube, she kneels in front of her partner’s bottom and pours a transparent, thick liquid on her palm.

Lastly, the redhead leans closer to him and praises him. “Good boy. Now, don’t get startled; it might be a bit cold.”

Such a voice and these words alone are enough to throb his weeping arousal.

That woman is gonna milk me dry, right?

After she rests her other palm on his waist, she lowers her shoulders and exhales.

Now, cold and slippery fingers touching his entrance make him widen his eyes and gasp. “What the hell are you doing?!”

However, Alba only calmly reassures her partner. “Now now. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to show you the most underappreciated way of making even the toughest guy cum.”

After hesitating for a few seconds, the tanned brunette murmurs while refusing to face his partner. “… Do as you wish. But I’ll make you taste your own medicine soon enough.”

“Then try to relax, okay?” Alba asks him, and this time manages to slip her fingers inside her partner.

Surely, it startles the tanned brunette, but he suppresses his pitiful whine into his elbow. As if he lets her hear pathetic noises like that.

Meanwhile, Kusanagi’s reaction visibly concerns the redhead. “Does it hurt?”

However, Kusanagi only shakes his head.

“Good. I’m starting to move them. Breathe deeply if you need it.” She instructs him and begins moving her fingers.

Of course, it’s weird when something cold and wet is wriggling inside him and stretches him. Fortunately, the coldness disappears, but now these wet noises when his partner messes with his ring muscle make it harder to suppress his soft cries.

It’s not bad or painful… It’s just something he should be doing instead. So, do girls in porn only put on an act when anyone fingers them? It seems it might be a case. Or so Kusanagi wonders as he closes his eyes and tries to follow Alba’s suggestion.

When Alba’s fingers hit the spot he didn’t know he had, the electricity is sent through his body, and the tanned brunette makes a lewd moan.

For now, the redhead pauses and checks on her partner. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Being aware that he is blushing hard, Kusanagi replies in an unusually sweet voice. “… The hell I know! It was weird when you touched down there… but not bad, I think?”

“I see…” The redhead closes her eyes and feels relieved.

After opening her eyes, she explains. “It seems I found it. That’s right; even guys like you have their very special spot, which is called the prostate. You can think of it as a G-spot, which would make you feel good without touching your front.”

When she exhales, she adds. “And, no, having an orgasm through this spot won’t make you less of a man. So, think of it just as another form of pleasing your partner.”

Surely, Kusanagi can swear that woman has read his mind. Is he that predictable? Nonetheless, he feels strangely assured by knowing it now. As if a heavy boulder was dropped from his chest.

Now, he turns his head and makes a demanding look. “Just finish that soon so that we can finally fuck.”

When the tanned brunette makes such an adorably erotic look, she cannot say no.

“Yes~” Alba replies and picks up where she has left off.

Fortunately, it doesn’t take long enough to rediscover Kusanagi’s special spot and be rewarded by more lovely whims.

Meanwhile, all Kusanagi can do is grasp the bedsheet as Alba’s fingers are rubbing his prostate.

Moreover, he can feel the blood rushing to his dick. So, as if he knew that he could experience the same, if not greater, pleasure than stroking his hard-on.

Hell, even his shivering body may collapse soon if this woman keeps playing around with him any longer.

As soon as Alba’s fingers are rapidly hitting his special spot, Kusanagi doesn’t care what face or sounds he makes. All that he wants is to come.

Thus, as he reaches the climax, he closes his eyes and makes a last ecstatic moan.

After collapsing on one side, he only blankly stares while regaining his breath.

Naturally, the redhead leans close to him and rests her hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay, Kusanagi-kun? Should I get you anything?”

“… Rematch. You said that after this, we’re finally having sex. Besides, you’re still unsatisfied. So, let me return a favor.” The tanned brunette whines.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything really.” Alba objects.

Kusanagi makes a frustrated look and raises his eyebrow. “Are you chickening out?”

The redhead softens her gaze. “That’s not it. But I’m sure you may feel like I’ve tricked you.”

After taking a deep breath, Kusanagi confesses. “Why? ‘Cos you’re one of those dominatrices? It’s not that I mind it, you know. And what kind of man would I be if I got scared by a double-dildo or strap-on? It’s a thing that you’re maybe into, and I don’t wanna be a laughingstock who cannot satisfy his girlfriend.”

Surely, these words take her breath away, and she clenches her palm on her chest area. “Kusanagi-kun…”

After a pause, she nods. “Alright. However, promise me that you won’t hate me for this.”

“Whatever. Just hurry up and let’s do this.” The tanned brunette rolls his eyes and sighs.

When Alba unbuckles her pants belt and lowers the zipper, she gets out of her pants.

Although by far, nothing new or surprising for the Kusanagi’s eye. So, a pair of panties that match her bra is something that leaves him unaffected.

However, after taking a better look, he notices a suspiciously large bulge in front of it.

That is some sort of strap, isn’t it? The tanned brunette’s face cracks a nervous smile.

Lastly, when Alba grasps the sides of her underwear, she closes her eyes and lowers her head. “I’m sorry, Kusanagi-kun.”

This is it, the moment of truth. Finally, after a long unsuccessful quest to lose his virginity, he will do it.

Suddenly, Kusanagi widens his eyes and crawls back. “The… the hell is that?”

While half sitting on the bed, the tanned brunette stares in shock at the redhead's enormous and tall-standing dick popping out from her underwear.

“It’s… Why is it so fucking huge!?” Kusanagi rants, unable to remove his eye from an awakened monster.

After quickly covering her privates, she apologizes. “I’m sorry for giving you false hope or being unable to be the girlfriend you wanted me to be. So, I’m sure you want to leave now, right?”

Of course, Kusanagi is bewildered by such a revelation. Nevertheless, he tries to remain cool and think of something to say.

After a few seconds of lasting awkward silence, he breaks it, “That is… So, are you one of the girls who just happened to be born with that thing?” turning his head away, he adds. “Yeah, I did not expect it… However, you are still a woman, right?”

“Y-yes…” The redhead nods as if confirming a committed crime.

When Kusanagi rubs his nape, he tightens his lips. “I see… But then, I guess… I guess you are still my girlfriend then.”

“Huh?” Alba raises her eyebrow in disbelief.

The tanned brunette shyly responds. “I mean, we can still be a couple if you want. But then I have no idea how to satisfy you...”

“Kusanagi-kun.” The redhead smiles and pounces on him.

As she tightens her hug, she closes her eyes and whispers into his ear. “Thank you.”

After landing a soft kiss on Kusanagi’s cheek, she withdraws and sits on her knees.

When she rests her clenched palms on her lap, she suggests. “You’ve mentioned earlier you have no issues with straps, right? So, if you want, I can use my penis as that.”

Meanwhile, Kusanagi manages to lean on his elbows and rub his temples. “So, you're saying you want to peg me, right?”

After briefly averting his gaze, he negotiates. “But that would be like that finger thing too, or not? You know what? If you let me bury my face in your tits later on, I’ll let you do that.”

In the end, Alba nods. “If that’s what you want. Then I'm just going to grab a condom and more lube. So, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

In the meantime, the tanned brunette lies on his side and waits for his partner to return.

After Alba picks a condom from a night drawer, she joins her boyfriend on the bed and tears the small packet.

Upon putting on the condom and applying a good amount of lubrication on her vigorous hard-on, she gets close to Kusanagi and gently warns him. “I will just lift your leg, okay?”

“Just get down to business.” The tanned brunette impatiently demands while Alba rests his leg on her shoulder.

After Alba brings her massive cock to Kusanagi’s entrance, she inserts the tip in and adds. “I’m going to put it in. So, let me know if you are hurt or dislike anything.”

Surely, it’s far bigger than her fingers. However, he refuses to show any weakness.

As her dick slowly moves deeper inside him, Kusanagi closes his eyes and whimpers between deep breaths.

Yes, his flesh tunnel is being stretched a lot, although it’s not that bad; he can endure it.

For now, he can hear Alba stating. “It’s half in. How are you feeling, Kusanagi-kun?”

Just half? How big is that beast? That woman’s cock may leave through my throat...

“Stop asking such a stupid thing! If I didn’t want it, I would have already pushed you away.” The tanned brunette replies through his groans.

“You’re adorable, you know that, right?” The redhead comments.

Kusanagi attempts to make an indignant look, but his lewd voice and his blushing face betray him. “I’m not cute!… I am fucking hot, got it?~”

Suddenly, Alba grunts. “Please relax a bit more. You are squeezing me.”

A few seconds later, she manages to push the rest of her length. “I’m all in. So, I’m starting to move, okay?”

“Just do it already!” The tanned brunette whines.

For now, the redhead starts slowly thrusting her hips while keeping an eye on her lover.

Meanwhile, Kusanagi can feel as if Alba’s womancock almost, if not, reaches his diaphragm level with each thrust.

But for now, he manages to keep his voice down.

Suddenly, he softly moans as his special spot is hit.

“So, this is where your G-spot is.” Alba delightfully smiles and aims for more.

Not only does this woman more often rub his prostate, but she also increases her speed too. Hell, at this point, it’s sending pleasant shivers all over his body and making him sensually moan.

It’s hard to admit it, but even he is turned on again, and his weeping arousal is proof.

More so, when he blissfully opens his eyes and faces his partner, he finds his partner’s cracked poker face while she is grunting and her chest is bloating as goddamn hot.

It’s so fucking worth it~

But for now, Alba removes his leg from her shoulder and stops her movement. “Please lie on your back. I want to see your face better.”

Of course, he is annoyed that his partner has cut that euphoric feeling, but he follows the given instructions no matter how embarrassing it feels.

Now, the redhead holds his hips and starts penetrating him again.

After she catches up with her previous speed, she leans closer to her boyfriend and corners him.

At this point, seeing how close Alba’s breasts are jiggling to his face, he becomes mesmerized by the view in front of him.

Just when he is already drowning in pleasure, the redhead brushing his wrists and interweaving their fingers makes him let out a purring-like noise.

One thing is for sure: he hasn’t imagined that he would ever hold hands with anyone during sex. However, he doesn’t mind it and wonders whether this woman really has fallen for him.

Eventually, both of them are at their limit, and Kusanagi climaxes at the sensation of the expanding condom filled with hot semen and Alba’s groaning.

An hour passes by. It seems that, as Alba has promised, Kusanagi is resting his face on his partner’s breasts. Even if they are not as soft as he has imagined, they are warm and strangely comforting. At this point, he doesn’t mind falling asleep when he is under a warm, soft blanket and now in his girlfriend’s embrace.

The shower gel that Alba has used after she helped him to get into the bath smells nice, like luxurious flowers.

It cannot be helped that they went for another round, or rather, the redhead wanted to test Kusanagi’s toys on him. It was not that he was against it, but he just simply had not expected this to happen.

But for now, while Alba strokes his hair, he addresses her in a sleepy voice. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“You know, I wanna ask you a favor. Can you get me a fruit basket?” Kusanagi replies.

Surely, it piques Alba’s interest, and she cracks a smile. “Are you hungry?”

The tanned brunette lowers his gaze and explains. “It’s not for me. It’s for my friend’s nerd buddy. So, I was planning to hang out with him, but he texted me at the last minute that his little friend is sick.”

“Oh, I see. Then would you like me to send it to this person’s address?” The redhead asks him.

Kusanagi only shakes his head. “I think it might be better if that stupid fool would deliver it to his friend instead. Besides, he started spending more time with that nerd than with me or anyone else. So, I would just need to text him about that.”

For now, Alba brushes the hair from his face and kisses his forehead. “You are a kind person, Kusanagi-kun. So, by tomorrow, it should be ready.”

A moment later, she asks. “By the way, when are you leaving for work?”

It seems that she may not get any answers for tonight. After all, her little boyfriend has fallen asleep on her.

However, she is determined to wait until tomorrow when she can ask whether Kusanagi wants to go on another date.