Chapter 210 - 209 : Dark Black Pink Folds

Chapter 210: Chapter 209 : Dark Black Pink Folds

The apartment door clicked shut behind Haruto with a soft, final sound.

He stood in the tiny entranceway for a second, the plastic bag from the adult shop still in his hand. His heart was still racing from the afternoon’s events. The woman’s stare. The way his massive cock had felt in her mouth. The way the pocket pussy had gripped him like a real cunt.

He didn’t turn on the lights.

The apartment was dark and silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of vehicles outside.

Haruto walked straight to the living room and dropped the bag on the low table. He stood there completely naked, his thick cock already rock-hard and throbbing between his legs, the heavy balls hanging full and tight beneath it.

He loved being naked at home.

He loved feeling the cool air on his skin. He loved the way his cock rested heavy and proud when he was alone. He loved the freedom of it.

Without hesitation he pulled the pocket pussy out of the bag.

It was warm in his hands. The soft, realistic vaginal sleeve felt heavy and perfectly lifelike. The pink opening glistened under the faint light coming through the curtains. Haruto stood in the middle of the room, staring at it with dark, hungry eyes.

He brought it to his face and took a deep, slow breath. The scent was intoxicating — sweet, warm, musky, like real pussy mixed with the faint lubricant scent.

Then he did something he had never done before.

He opened his mouth and took the soft, pink folds into it.

He sucked hard.

The realistic material stretched around his tongue and teeth. He bit gently, the soft flesh yielding under his teeth, then released it with a wet pop. He sucked again, deeper this time, biting and licking the inner folds while his free hand wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock.

"Fuuuuck..." he groaned around the pocket pussy.

He was thinking of real pussy. Of Jennifer’s pussy. Of how tight and wet it would feel.

He kept sucking and biting, his hips moving in small, desperate thrusts, his cock leaking precum onto the floor. The material felt so real. So warm. So fucking perfect.

He was lost.

Then his eyes drifted to the laptop still on the table.

He walked over, sat down naked, and opened the browser.

He typed "closeup wet creamy pussy" into the search bar.

The results loaded instantly.

A sea of thumbnails appeared — close-up views of beautiful, dripping cunts. Some were shaved, some were trimmed, some were completely natural with soft dark hair. All of them wet. All of them creamy. All of them perfect.

Haruto’s cock jerked hard in his hand.

He clicked the first video that caught his eye — a close-up of a very natural, messy pussy with thick, white, slimy pussy juice.

The video started.

The girl was completely naked, lying on her back on a bed. Her pussy was spread wide open in the camera frame. Her folds were dark pink, puffy, and glistening. Her entrance was slightly parted, and her pussy juice was thick, white, and slimy — running in slow, heavy ropes down her ass and pooling beneath her.

She used two fingers to part her lips even wider.

Then she slowly pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy.

The camera zoomed in.

Haruto’s eyes widened as her fingers disappeared into the tight, wet heat. Her juices squirted out around her fingers in thick, creamy white streams, coating her hand and dripping onto the bed. When she pulled her fingers out, a thick, slimy strand of her own pussy juice connected her fingers to her pussy — stretching, glistening, and pulling apart before finally breaking with a wet sound.

Haruto couldn’t look away.

His cock was throbbing violently in his hand.

He stroked faster.

The video played on loop in his mind while he sat there naked, completely lost, the pocket pussy still in his other hand, the taste of her pussy still on his tongue from earlier.

The tiny apartment was completely dark except for the soft blue glow of the laptop screen and the faint orange light from the streetlamp that slanted through the curtains.

Haruto sat completely naked on the edge of the futon, his thick cock rock-hard and throbbing in front of him. He had the pocket pussy on the low table in front of him, still warm from the earlier testing.

He looked at it for one second.

Then he reached for the small bottle of lube from the bag.

He poured a generous amount directly into the realistic vagina sleeve of the pocket pussy. The thick, warm gel filled the inside until it overflowed slightly and ran down the soft pink folds. The material immediately became slick, hot, and perfectly wet. It felt alive, wet, and ready.

Haruto’s cock twitched violently at the sight.

He stood up, still completely naked, and walked to the futon. He sat down, spread his legs, and slowly lifted the pocket pussy with one hand while put the condom in cock with the other hand.

He pressed the thick head of his cock against the opening of the pocket pussy.

The moment he pushed forward, the warmth hit him like a wave.

The inside was so hot. So wet. So perfectly gripping him from the first inch. The realistic walls were silky and soft, and the thick lube made everything glide smoothly while the material squeezed and massaged his cock in perfect rhythm.

"Fuuuuck..." Haruto groaned, his eyes half-lidded.

He thought of her.

The girl on the screen.

The exact same pussy.

He started fucking the pocket pussy slowly at first, pushing in deep, feeling the tight, wet heat wrap around his thick shaft. The vibrations inside the toy intensified, pulsing against his cock like a real woman’s pussy.

Then he sped up.

His hips snapped harder, deeper, faster. The wet, obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of the pocket pussy filled the small room — loud, filthy, and perfect.

While he was fucking her, the video on the laptop screen suddenly switched.

The girl on the screen was now masturbating hard.

She was on her back, legs spread wide, two fingers buried deep inside her pussy. Her juices were squirting out in powerful, messy jets with every thrust of her fingers. Her pussy was gushing, spraying, and she was screaming in ecstasy.

"Fuck... I’m cumming so hard... I can’t stop... I’m squirting so much..."

The camera zoomed in on her gushing pussy — thick, white, slimy pussy juice shooting out in heavy arcs, coating her fingers, her ass, and the bed beneath her.

Haruto’s eyes widened with pure lust.

He looked closer.

The girl’s pussy was spraying right in front of him — powerful, messy, endless streams of her own juices mixing with the lube in the pocket pussy.

That was when the fantasy took over completely.

Haruto’s mind screamed:

She’s pissing... she’s pissing on her own pussy... she wants me to suck it... I want to suck that fucking pussy juice and drink piss.

His hand moved at maximum speed, stroking his cock furiously while he fucked the pocket pussy even harder.

The pleasure became overwhelming.

He was fucking a real pocket pussy while watching a girl spray her juices all over the screen.

His balls tightened.

He came hard.

Thick, hot cum erupted inside the condom — powerful, endless, and completely filling the thin latex until it swelled visibly. The condom was so full that the tip became tight and heavy. Haruto kept cumming slowly, grinding his hips against the pocket pussy, pumping every last drop deep inside the toy while the girl on the screen kept squirting in slow motion, her pussy gushing and gushing.

When the orgasm finally faded, he slowly pulled the pocket pussy off his cock.

The moment he did, enormous amounts of cum in condom.

Haruto finally pulled the condom completely off his cock.

The latex was stretched thin, swollen, and completely full of his thick load. He held it up to the light, watching the heavy white cum press against the inside, the knot at the base holding everything in.

The used condom was heavy, warm, and strangely beautiful.

He looked at it for a long time, breathing hard, completely naked, and felt something shift inside his chest.

When he went to the balcony to throw the used condom in dustbin.....

He stood in the tiny entranceway, the plastic bag still in his hand, and suddenly realized what was missing.

The used condom he had taken off previous day evening....

The heavy, cum-filled one he had been holding so carefully.

He had dropped it into the trash bin on the balcony.

But now the bin looked empty.

The condom was gone.

Haruto’s heart skipped a beat.

The night air was cold against his skin. The narrow wooden platform creaked softly under his feet. The trash bin was right there — the small plastic one he had set up himself that afternoon.

But it was empty.

Completely empty.

The used condom he had just taken off was nowhere to be seen.

Haruto’s stomach tightened.

He looked down at the bin, then at the narrow gap between his balcony and the neighboring apartment. The wind that had been blowing all evening was now calm, but still.

He remembered clearly.

The condom had been held right above the trash bin when he dropped it. He had tilted it carefully, watching the heavy, wet load slide out.

The only explanation was the wind.

The same wind that had carried the rain earlier had probably carried the condom out of the bin and over the edge of the third-floor balcony.

Haruto stood there on the narrow wooden platform, completely naked, the cold night air raising goosebumps on his arms and chest. His heart was pounding.

Now it was probably lying somewhere on the ground three floors below, soaked in his cum, or worse — fallen into the street and seen by someone.

The thought made his face depressing.

He looked at the dark gap between his balcony and the neighboring apartment next door. The light from Jennifer’s balcony had long since gone out.

Haruto swallowed hard, his cock still half-hard from the earlier events, and stepped back inside.