Chapter 214 - 213 : Her Curves

Chapter 214: Chapter 213 : Her Curves

Haruto’s hands stayed on Jennifer’s soft, full ass for a moment longer, feeling the warm, puffy flesh under his palms. Then he slowly moved them upward.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, sliding over the smooth skin until they reached the heavy weight of her breasts. He cupped both of them fully in his hands. The soft, warm flesh overflowed his palms. He squeezed gently, feeling their weight and the way they yielded under his touch. His thumbs found her dark nipples and began to stroke them in slow circles. The nipples were already stiff; under his fingers they grew even harder.

Jennifer’s eyes half-closed. A soft, lustful smile curved her lips as a quiet moan escaped her throat. She pushed her chest forward into his hands, clearly enjoying the attention.

Then she shifted her body and lay back on the wooden floor, stretching out beneath him. Haruto climbed over her, bracing himself on his elbows so his weight didn’t fully press her down. His thick, hard cock rested heavily against her soft stomach.

He brought one hand up and gently touched her face, brushing a strand of brown hair away from her cheek. Jennifer tilted her face upward toward him, eyes open and inviting, clearly offering her mouth.

Haruto lowered his head.

Their lips met.

The kiss was immediately hot and intimate. Their mouths opened against each other. Soft, warm lips pressed and moved, already wet with saliva. Haruto’s tongue slid forward and met hers. The contact was slow at first, then deeper — tongues sliding, tasting, exploring. Saliva quickly mixed between them, making the kiss wet and slick. The soft, wet sounds of their mouths filled the quiet room. Jennifer moaned quietly into the kiss while Haruto continued to squeeze and caress her heavy breasts, his thumbs still teasing her stiff nipples.

The kiss lasted a long time, growing more intense, more hungry. Their tongues tangled freely. Saliva coated both of their lips and began to trickle from the corners of their mouths.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing hard. A thin strand of mixed saliva still connected their lower lips for a second before it broke.

Jennifer kept her mouth open, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes.

Haruto leaned in again and let a thick stream of his own saliva fall from his tongue directly into her open mouth. Jennifer closed her lips around it and swallowed slowly, her throat moving as she took it in.

Then she pushed her own tongue forward, coated thickly with her saliva. Haruto met it with his mouth, sucking the wetness from her tongue, tasting her. The exchange was messy and intimate.

A moment later their mouths crashed together again, the kiss restarting even wetter and deeper than before — tongues sliding, saliva mixing freely, soft moans escaping between them while Haruto’s hands stayed firmly on her full, soft breasts.

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The long, wet kiss finally broke. Both of them were breathing hard, lips shiny with mixed saliva, a thin strand still connecting them for a second before it snapped.

Haruto shifted his weight and slowly climbed higher over Jennifer’s body. He positioned himself so that he was straddling her soft belly, careful not to put his full weight on her. His thick, hard cock rested heavily against the warm skin just below her breasts, the head already glistening.

He looked down at her.

"I can’t fuck your pussy or your ass," he said, voice rough with lingering lust. "But I can fuck your boobs... and your mouth."

Jennifer’s eyes half-lidded with clear desire. A small, eager smile curved her lips.

"I will gladly accept your fucking cock," she answered.

She brought both hands up to her own heavy breasts and pushed them together from the sides, forming a soft, deep valley between them. The warm, full flesh pressed tightly against itself, creating a perfect, cushioned channel for him.

Haruto moved higher, bracing both hands on the wooden floor on either side of her body. His knees rested against the floor near her sides, his bare thighs lightly touching the soft skin of her upper arms and the outer curves of her breasts. He guided the thick head of his cock into the tight, warm cleavage she had created.

The soft, heavy flesh closed around him immediately. The sensation was hot, smooth, and incredibly soft — a completely different kind of pressure from a mouth or a pussy, but intensely pleasurable.

He began to move.

Slow, deliberate thrusts at first. His hips pushed forward, sliding his cock through the warm tunnel of her pressed breasts, then pulled back. The soft flesh yielded and hugged every inch of him. The head of his cock appeared and disappeared between the tops of her breasts with every stroke.

After a few thrusts Haruto paused and held out one hand, palm up.

"Give me some of your saliva."

Jennifer lifted her head slightly, gathered a thick amount of saliva on her tongue, and let it drip slowly into his open palm. The warm, clear fluid pooled in his hand.

Haruto closed his fingers around it, then brought his hand down and coated his cock thoroughly — spreading her saliva along the thick shaft and over the sensitive head until the entire length was slick and shiny. The added wetness made every movement smoother.

He resumed thrusting.

Now the wet sounds were louder and more obscene — soft, slick shlick-shlick noises as his cock slid back and forth through the saliva-slick valley of her breasts. Her soft flesh jiggled slightly with every impact. Jennifer kept her hands firmly pressing her breasts together, maintaining the tight channel for him while she watched his cock disappear and reappear between them, her expression open and hungry.

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Haruto’s thrusts through the soft, saliva-slick channel of Jennifer’s breasts grew faster and more urgent. The wet, rhythmic shlick-shlick sounds filled the quiet room as his thick cock slid back and forth between the warm, heavy flesh she kept pressed tightly together. Her soft breasts jiggled with every impact. His breathing turned ragged.

He was close.

A few more hard thrusts and his entire body tensed. He pushed forward one final time, the swollen head of his cock emerging from the far side of her cleavage just as the orgasm hit him.

Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from him with force.

The first heavy jet shot straight ahead and landed across Jennifer’s face — a long, white streak that crossed her cheek, the bridge of her nose, and the corner of her mouth. The second and third ropes followed immediately, spraying across her open lips and the upper curves of her breasts. More cum continued to pulse out in strong, high-volume spurts, coating the tops of her breasts and dripping down into the valley between them. The amount was large; the white fluid kept coming in thick, creamy streams until it began to run in heavy trails down the soft slopes of her chest.

Jennifer’s tongue flicked out and slowly licked the cum that had landed on her lips, tasting him.

Haruto pulled back, his cock still twitching and leaking the last few drops. He climbed off her body and sat on the wooden floor a short distance away, breathing hard, watching her.

Jennifer’s upper body was a mess.

White cum streaked across her face, coated her lips, and lay in thick, glossy patches over the tops and inner curves of her heavy breasts. Some of it was already sliding slowly down toward her nipples.

She didn’t wipe it away.

Instead she sat up, looked down at the mess on her own body, and began to spread it further with her hands. Her fingers glided over the slippery white fluid, rubbing it deliberately across the full surface of her breasts, coating her nipples until they shone, and massaging the cum into her soft skin. Her hands moved slowly, almost lovingly, making everything even wetter and shinier.

"I love cum on my boobs... on my nipples," she said, her voice low and satisfied as she continued polishing her breasts with his release. "It’s so slippery. The smell of cum is addictive. I love cum."

Haruto sat there watching her, still half-hard, the sight of her joyfully covering herself in his thick load making something deep and primal stir inside him — a sudden, intense desire to cover her even more, to bathe her in it.

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Jennifer sat on the wooden floor, completely naked, her upper body still glistening under the bright overhead light. Thick, creamy white ropes of Haruto’s cum covered her face, her lips, and the full soft curves of her heavy breasts. She continued to spread it slowly with both hands, rubbing the slippery fluid over her nipples until they shone, then down the slopes of her chest, massaging it into her skin with almost reverent strokes.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her expression open and deeply satisfied.

She had always been this way.

From the first time she had tasted a boy’s cum years ago, something inside her had locked onto it and never let go. The thick, salty-sweet taste. The heavy, musky smell. The way it coated the tongue and throat. The warm, sticky texture when it landed on skin. It became the centre of her private thoughts.

She thought about cock and cum constantly.

In lectures. On the train. While studying medical texts. While showering. The image of a thick, hard cock pulsing and releasing heavy loads of white cum played through her mind on a loop. She imagined swallowing it in long, greedy gulps. She imagined it dripping from her chin. She imagined it covering her breasts, her stomach, her thighs until her whole body was painted white and slippery.

Her deepest, most private fantasy was simple and extreme:

A deep bathtub filled to the brim with warm, fresh cum.

She would step into it slowly, feeling the thick fluid rise around her calves, her thighs, her hips, until she could lower herself completely and sink into it. She wanted to lie back and let it cover her breasts, her neck, even her face. She wanted to open her mouth underwater and drink it. She wanted to feel it in her hair, under her arms, between her legs — a full-body bath of nothing but cum.

She wanted to eat it the way other people ate ketchup — squeezing it onto food, licking it from her fingers, using it as a sauce. She wanted to keep small containers of it in the fridge just to taste whenever the craving hit.

It was more than preference.

It was addiction — intense, constant, and almost obsessive. The sight, the smell, the taste, the feel of cum on her skin or in her mouth could make her wet within seconds. Even now, sitting on the floor covered in Haruto’s thick load, rubbing it slowly over her breasts and nipples, her pussy was already dripping again onto the wood beneath her.

She looked at Haruto with open, hungry eyes, still polishing her cum-slick breasts with both hands, completely lost in the pleasure of it.