Chapter 31: Doggy In The Bathroom

Kitahara hugged her from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Rina-nee, I’ll fuck you slowly in the bathroom right now..."

Hayami Rina’s body trembled slightly, her voice filled with obvious shyness and submissiveness: "...Kitahara-kun...please, please be gentle..."

A victorious smile curved Kitahara’s lips.

He hugged Hayami Rina from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his nose lightly brushing against the faint scent of shampoo emanating from her long hair. Hayami Rina’s body visibly stiffened and her E-cup breasts heaved violently with her tense breathing.

"Don’t be nervous," Kitahara whispered in her ear, his voice deep and imposing, "I already said I would take good care of you today."

Hayami Rina bit her lower lip, her voice soft and tinged with obvious shyness: "...Kitahara-kun...please, please be gentle...I...this is my first time having sex that much..."

Kitahara didn’t say much, but simply led her into the bathroom. The spacious shower and marble bathtub looked exceptionally luxurious under the lights. He first turned on the shower, and warm water poured down.

Seeing the mirror, Hayami Rina tried to cover her chest with her hands in embarrassment, but Kitahara gently pulled her arms away.

The hot water washed over her body, and her E-cup breasts swayed even more alluringly in the water, her pink nipples hardening slightly from the temperature.

Kitahara hugged her tightly from behind, his large hands covering her full breasts, skillfully kneading and caressing them, his fingertips gently flicking her nipples. Hayami Rina couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. "Mmm...ah...Kitahara-kun...there...it’s so sensitive after that much..."

"That sounds so sweet." Kitahara chuckled, gently biting the back of her ear before sliding his hand down her flat stomach to her already wet vulva. His fingers gently yet precisely caressed her vagina and mouth opening, feeling her increasingly pronounced trembling and the increase in her mouth lubrication.Hayami Rina’s legs went weak, and she leaned against his chest, panting, "Ah... um... your hands...ah... don’t keep touching there... I... I can’t stand up anymore..."

The warm water reached their chests, and bubbles floated gently. Kitahara had Hayami Rina sit on his lap with her back against him, and wrapped his arms around her from behind again. One hand continued to play with her already swollen nipples, while the other hand touched her private parts more deeply. "Relax...just take it easy..." he commanded in a low voice.

Hayami Rina leaned her head back on his shoulder, her cheeks flushed, her moans growing sweeter and sweeter.

Kitahara’s fingers deftly thrust and pressed in the water, feeling the increasingly tight embrace of her vagina and the outflow of love fluid. Hayami Rina’s moans gradually became broken, her waist twisted unconsciously, and her E-cup breasts swayed up and down on the water’s surface, stirring up splashes.

Within minutes, Hayami Rina reached her orgasm under the dual stimulation of his oral sex and fingers. Her body arched violently, her E-cup breasts heaved, and a stream of clear love fluid spurted from her private parts, splashing onto the edge of the bathtub and Kitahara’s chin. Tears welled in her eyes, her tongue slightly protruding, emitting a long, broken sob.

After the climax, Hayami Rina leaned weakly against the edge of the bathtub, panting, her face still flushed and radiant with satisfaction.

Kitahara raised his head, licked the love juice from his lips, and his desire to dominate intensified.

Kitahara lifted Hayami Rina, still trembling slightly from the afterglow of her orgasm, from the edge of the bathtub. She was soaking wet, her E-cup breasts pressed tightly against his chest, water droplets sliding down her snow-white skin. Hayami Rina’s long hair was scattered messily on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, and her private parts still slightly parted, overflowing with clear love fluid.

"Kitahara-kun... I’m still shaking... my legs... I can’t muster any strength..." Her voice was soft, with a seductive quality after an orgasm. Her legs were weakly spread apart, yet she wanted to close them again out of shame.

Kitahara pressed down, slowly entering her in the doggy position. His thick, hard penis gradually stretched open her still spasming passage, reaching its deepest point. Hayami Rina immediately let out a sweet moan: "Ah...it’s so big...Kitahara-kun...take it slow...I haven’t...I haven’t recovered yet..."

Hayami Rina gasped, her body feeling as if it had no bones, and she could no longer resist.

Before penetration, she could still put up some form of resistance, but after penetration, she was no longer willing to resist at all.

The ecstasy returned to her mind once again.

Hayami Rina looked at Kitahara and scolded him in a coquettish voice. "Ah...Kitahara-kun...be gentle..."

This time, Hayami Rina felt a more pronounced pleasure than before. Minutes ago, she didn’t resist because her mental state was somewhat abnormal, which is why she acquiesced to what Kitahara did to her. But now, she clearly saw Kitahara and felt that hot penis thrusting in and out of her body.

"Ah!..." A clear mind means a clearer pleasure.

As Kitahara thrust in and out, Hayami Rina couldn’t help but moan in response, her face shifting from one side to the other, her breath leaving streaks on the glass mirror.

Kitahara held Hayami Rina’s face still, making her look at him. His erect penis pressed against her clitoris, gently grinding against it. "What are you thinking? Is it good? Am I good?"

"Kitahara-kun~..."

Looking at Kitahara’s handsome yet slightly immature face, Hayami Rina could no longer hold back, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"That feels so good!" Kitahara gently kissed her lips and said, "Rina-nee, you’re squeezing me!"

This time, he wasn’t impatient. Instead, he thrust in and out with a slow, powerful rhythm, each stroke reaching deep into her cervix, while simultaneously lowering his head to gently bite and suckle her swollen nipples. Hayami Rina’s moans gradually lengthened, transforming from broken gasps into a continuous, sweet sob: "Mmm...ah...Kitahara-kun...it’s so deep...you always go all the way in...ah...I’m...I’m coming again..."

The climax came slowly yet intensely. Her whole body arched violently, her mouth spasming intensely, gripping his penis tightly, clear love juice spraying onto their joined bodies. Hayami Rina’s eyes rolled slightly upwards, her tongue lolling out, letting out a long cry: "Ah—! I’m coming... I’m having another climax... Kitahara-kun... you’re so strong..."

After the climax, she lay limp on the bathtub, her chest heaving, her mouth still contracting rhythmically, the sheets stained with a mixture of mouth fluid and sweat. Gasping for breath, she looked at Kitahara with dazed eyes: "Kitahara-kun... I... I’m still trembling... for so long... I can’t stop..."

Kitahara didn’t stop. He lowered his head and kissed her gently, while maintaining slow thrusts, allowing her to slowly recover from the afterglow of her orgasm. Hayami Rina gasped for breath for a while, her face still flushed and tear-streaked.

He then turned her over, placing her in a rear-entry position, and entered her from behind again. This time, he quickened his pace, gripping her slender waist with both hands, each thrust producing a loud "slap, slap" sound.

Hayami Rina’s shapely buttocks swayed with each impact, and she cried out, the sensation of her orgasm slowly building: "Ah... Kitahara-kun... from behind... so intense... ah... I’m... I’m going to... I’m going to climax..."