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It didn't take long for my dick to churn and release a string of precum inside her. In turn, she groaned and wrapped her strong arms around my neck, then she proceeded to bury my face between her mountainous breasts. And although I wasn't entirely sure how I should feel about being used like an Amazonian plaything like this, I can't deny that I really was enjoying the sensation of having my head practically enveloped by her massive tits. Gonna have to do this more often with the big tittied clients soon.
Getting more into it, I started placing passionate kisses over every inch of her soft breast that I could reach while effectively being rode on like a horse. I enjoyed how wild it felt, but unfortunately this caused me to get pulled away from her amazing chest, and instead launched into a furious make out with her.
Despite the lack of tongue, the kiss was quite dirty and enjoyable. It was broken again when the housewife pulled away, pushed me back down onto my back and started rapidly bouncing up and down my shaft frantically, as if there was no tomorrow. Fucking the few greater inches that couldn't fit into her moist pussy.
I grabbed at her hips and began matching her bounces with deep thrusts. Not having expected the sudden movement, she cried out in surprise and pain as more of my cock slammed into her pussy. Pleasure followed soon, though, and her athletic body started to rock and shake as a strong climax hit her to dull the aforementioned pain, doing very interesting things to her tits.
As the climax ran through the housewife's body, I simply never stopped. Instead, I mercilessly continued to ram my cock into the blonde's stretched, cumming snatch and moved my hips in short, sharp bursts to slowly drive more of it into the housewife's pussy.
At some point, her eyes had whited out from the pleasure with her tongue hanging out from her mouth while she squealed, and the deeper my cock managed to plunge into her squelching pussy, the louder her squeals got. Until, with a final release of me dumping my cum deep into her pussy…her voice suddenly got caught in her throat, and she fell backwards onto the bed. Her body twitching and spasming as she caught her breath and my seed began to ooze out of her worn snatch and stain the sheets of the bed.
I could still go on, but looking at the time. I didn't really want another situation in which I had to stay the night, especially with a wife that was effectively cheating. She never usually tells me about her husband, but I can only hope he's a dickhead else this story just got a hell of a lot darker that I had any intention to.
The stack of bills feels nice though, and although my balls aren't as drained as they were yesterday, I was satisfied with heading home at this time and upholding my secrecy from the husband.
The urge to empty my balls was there though, but oh well, It's only blue balls for a single night. I'll have Aika fix that right up tomorrow at school.
Lord knows she has been wanting me to dump something into her.
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Honestly, this may be one of the more surprising things that I had discovered that led to the fact that Dxd the anime was different to DxD the Isekai.
On my way home, I spotted a little detour I could take nearby to Marakyuu. It led me to the path towards the shrine where I know Akeno lives, but what's interesting is that there is a whole shopping street down this alley. And as I travelled further down, I found a gym.
That's right, a fucking gym a whole block away from my house. And it's not even those backstreet ones, no it's professional, fully stacked.
I've been looking for you.
As I approached closer to the entrance, I couldn't help but notice how empty it was despite it not being that late. Only happening upon the crown of eight in the evening. No, I heard the sound of someone beating on a bag, and as I reached the opaque glass doors, silence. And then the sound of someone dancing on top of some kind of wood.
When I opened it, I was greeted by the sight of an empty receptionist table. The gym barely had a name and there was a small sports bar and vending machine behind the table. I scanned the room for a while, and when I found no one there I decided to continue down the way I heard the noise.
I know what I'm doing is paramount to trespassing, but I have been desperately searching for a gym to frequent and considering that this one is a literal block away from where I live, it's perfect. I wont have as much time tomorrow to make an inquiry, so I might as well get it out of the way.
There were no cars in the driveway of the gym, so it makes sense that the person making that noise was the person who either owns the gym or knows someone that can get me registered.
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Down the corridor, before a large set of double red doors, A door lay open to the side, into a room brightly lit by cold fluorescent lamps. The sound was coming from there.
As I walked towards that open door and looked within, I recognized that combination of white hair and cat-like amber eyes.
"Koneko?"