(|| ゜Д゜)"What is that—?!"
Nemuri screamed in shock, her finger trembling as she pointed at Maki's exposed length.
Maki blinked at her reaction, then casually looked down at himself. He tilted his head slightly. "Hmm… what's wrong, Nem-Nem?"
She stared at him in disbelief, as if he truly didn't understand. "Don't act clueless. Explain what that horse-like thing is between your legs."
He frowned faintly. "Horse-like? What do you mean? I spent a lot of time cleaning it."
"I'm not talking about how clean it is!" she snapped, flustered. "I'm asking why it looks like that."
He twitched at her tone. "Are you calling me a horse?"
Nemuri shook her head, stunned by his density, before her gaze drifted back down.
It was pale with a faint pink hue outlining its length. Veins subtly pressed beneath the skin. It wasn't just large. It was thick. Heavy. Even in its relaxed state, it swayed slightly when he moved.
And it wasn't even erect.
Her throat went dry.
She stepped closer.
Maki noticed her staring. From his perspective, he genuinely didn't see the issue. Yes, it was big. But it had always been that way. He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed under her intense gaze.
Nemuri's hand trembled as she approached. It was uncircumcised, the head partially concealed beneath the skin. Even soft, it looked overwhelming.
Because of their height difference, his lower body aligned roughly with her chest. The length of him hung almost level with her breasts.
She swallowed hard.
Tentatively, she reached out and poked it with one finger.
Her fingertip sank into warm, soft flesh. It yielded easily beneath her touch.
She traced her finger slowly down its length. Smooth. Warm from the shower.
She tried to gauge its size but couldn't span it properly. One hand wrapped around it, yet her fingers didn't meet. She added her other hand, enclosing him fully now.
Her palms slid downward. The lingering moisture from his shower made her movements slick.
She could feel the warmth radiating into her hands.
Her strokes gradually became more confident.
She watched as it began to change beneath her touch. Slowly, steadily, it thickened and rose. What had hung heavy and relaxed now straightened upward.
Her breathing grew uneven.
When it stood fully erect, it hovered near her face.
Up close, it felt even more imposing. Her eyes widened at the sight. A mix of intimidation and fascination flickered across her expression.
She inhaled slowly. "Mr. Horse… can I have a taste?"
Maki studied her widened eyes, then shrugged lightly. "Do what you want."
She didn't hesitate.
She leaned in, her tongue slipping out cautiously. She pressed it against the heated skin, tasting faint traces of soap mixed with his natural scent. Her hand continued stroking the lower half while she explored with her tongue.
The contrast between her soft mouth and the firm heat beneath her hands made her pulse quicken.
Her breath brushed over him as she leaned closer, still tasting, still testing.
And this time, her movements were slower. More deliberate.
He reached up and gently brushed the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear as he watched her tongue glide over him.
She opened her mouth wider and slowly tried to take the tip inside. Her lips stretched around him, and her teeth scraped lightly against the sensitive head, though he didn't react.
He watched as she tried to ease more of him into her mouth.
A strained gagging sound vibrated from her throat as she attempted to swallow him down further.
Suddenly she pulled back, coughing hard as she sucked in air.
"Uck—! Ack—!"
Her chest rose sharply as she struggled to breathe. Her jaw ached from the stretch, and the corners of her mouth throbbed from the strain.
Maki looked down at her, concern flickering across his face. "Are you alright, Nem-Nem?"
She saw the worry in his eyes, and her pride stung. She couldn't even give him a proper blowjob without choking.
Still, she forced a small smile. "I'm fine."
She straightened her posture and wrapped her hand around him again.
This time she inhaled deeply first, steadying herself.
She let saliva pool in her mouth before allowing it to drip over him, coating him thoroughly. The slickness made her grip smoother, easier.
Then she opened wide and tried again.
It slid in more easily now, though the stretch still burned. Her lips sealed around him, her tongue pressing along the underside while her hands worked the base.
Wet sounds filled the space between them as she adjusted her rhythm.
She moved carefully at first, then with more determination. Each time she took him deeper, her cheeks strained slightly and her breathing hitched through her nose.
"N-Nemuri… I'm coming," he warned.
She didn't stop.
Instead, she moved faster, though her control slipped into urgency. Her eyes squeezed shut as the pressure against her throat increased. A strained sound escaped her nose as he reached down and gripped her head.
His hold tightened.
He pushed deeper.
Her throat convulsed around him. Her neck tensed visibly from the strain as he pressed further than she could comfortably handle.
A muffled sound vibrated against him.
He groaned and climaxed, releasing inside her mouth.
The sudden warmth overwhelmed her.
Her body stiffened, and her breathing faltered.
It took him a moment to notice she wasn't responding properly. Her hands had gone slack.
Her eyes looked unfocused.
He pulled back quickly.
She immediately bent forward, coughing violently as she tried to breathe.
"Uuugh—!"
Air finally rushed into her lungs in sharp, desperate gasps. Some of what she had taken in spilled out as her body rejected the overload.
She wobbled, nearly collapsing, but he caught her before she hit the floor. He steadied her and rubbed her back while she continued coughing.
Her jaw throbbed. Her throat burned. Her mouth felt overstretched and raw.
Her breathing remained uneven for several long seconds before it slowly stabilized.
He kept patting her back, watching her more carefully now.
The intensity had gone too far.
And this time, it showed.
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