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Whispers of Lust in the Countryside

Chapter 153 - 152 : Riding The Horse
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Chapter 153: Chapter 152 : Riding The Horse

The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their intense intimacy. Miyu was sucking Haruto’s cock with raw, passionate hunger. Her soft lips stretched wide around his thick, veined shaft, taking him as deep as she could. Thick, warm saliva poured out of her mouth with every movement, coating his entire cock in shiny, sticky strands. The wet, sloppy gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoed in the quiet room as she bobbed her head faster and harder, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.

Her heartbeat was racing. Haruto could feel it through the mattress beneath his back — strong, rapid thumps that matched the frantic rhythm of her mouth.

"Mmmph... gluck... gluck..." Miyu moaned around his cock, the vibrations traveling straight through his shaft. Saliva dripped messily from the corners of her stretched lips, running down his heavy balls and onto the bed in long, glossy trails.

Haruto groaned deeply, one hand gently resting on the back of her head, not pushing her away but letting her take control.

Miyu suddenly pulled her mouth off his cock with a loud, wet pop. A thick string of her saliva stretched between her swollen lips and the glistening head of his cock before breaking and splattering across his stomach.

She immediately moved lower, her warm, soft mouth taking one of his heavy balls into her throat. She sucked it gently at first, then deeper, her tongue tracing the wrinkled skin while her hand stroked the other one. Miyu’s heartbeat was so fast now that Haruto could feel the vibrations through his skin.

While she devoured his balls, Miyu’s pussy hovered directly above his mouth. Her arousal was pouring out in thick, warm streams, coating his chin and lips. She was nearly to squirt, but she was holding back, biting her lower lip and moaning around his cock.

Haruto stuck his tongue out and began licking her pussy again, sucking her swollen outer folds into his mouth while she worked on his balls. Miyu’s hips rocked gently, grinding her dripping cunt against his face.

Then it happened.

Miyu suddenly tensed. Her body jerked violently.

"I’m cumming—" she gasped, her voice muffled against his cock.

A powerful, warm gush of her squirt exploded out of her pussy, spraying directly onto Haruto’s face and mouth. The hot fluid was thick and sweet, hitting him in the forehead, running down his cheeks, and flooding his open mouth. Miyu kept squirting in strong, rhythmic pulses, pushing out more and more warm arousal that coated his chin and dripped down his neck.

Haruto didn’t hesitate. He sealed his mouth over her pussy and began drinking every single drop. His tongue thrust inside her tight, pulsing hole, scooping out her squirt while he sucked hard on her clit. The warm, sweet fluid poured directly into his mouth in heavy jets, some of it overflowing and running down his face.

Miyu’s thighs shook uncontrollably around his head. She continued squirting even as she came, pushing out the last weak spurts onto Haruto’s face until he had swallowed almost everything.

Only a tiny droplet escaped and fell onto the bed.

Miyu collapsed forward, panting heavily, her pussy still twitching and leaking the last traces of her orgasm. She stayed hovering above Haruto’s mouth, letting him drink the final drops while she trembled with aftershocks.

Haruto’s face was covered in her squirt. His cock was still rock-hard and throbbing against her thigh.

Both of them lay there, breathing heavily, the moonlight painting their glistening bodies in silver light.

The room was filled with the heavy, intimate sounds of their earlier passion. Miyu was still hovering above Haruto’s mouth, her pussy glistening and leaking the last weak spurts of her squirt. Haruto’s face was covered in her warm, sweet juices, and she was panting softly, her hands resting on his chest.

She slowly lifted her hips, her dripping pussy parting from his mouth with a wet, soft schlick. A thick strand of her arousal connected her swollen lips to his face before it broke. Miyu exhaled shakily, her thighs trembling, and slid down to rest her full weight on Haruto’s stomach.

She moved lower, her soft, warm body pressing against his. Her hands slid down to his hips and pulled them closer, positioning his thick, heavy cock upright between them. The swollen, flushed head pointed straight up, glistening with saliva and his own precum. The veins along his shaft pulsed visibly, and his heavy balls hung low and tight beneath it.

Miyu looked down at it with hungry, lust-filled eyes. She reached for a small amount of saliva she had let accumulate earlier and rubbed it slowly along the entire length of his cock. She spread the clear, glossy fluid from base to tip, coating every inch until the thick shaft was shiny and slippery. Her hand moved in long, sensual strokes, making it even wetter.

"Ahh... it feels so hot..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling with desire. "So thick and heavy..."

Haruto’s cock throbbed violently in her hand, the swollen head leaking more precum that mixed with her saliva.

Miyu slowly moved her hips forward. She positioned her soaked, swollen pussy directly above his cock. The head of his thick shaft nestled against her dripping entrance, parting her outer lips as she rubbed the swollen tip along her slick folds.

She took a deep breath, her face flushed a deep pink.

"Here goes..." she whispered softly.

Then she started to sink down.

Slowly. Inch by inch.

The head of his massive cock parted her tight, tight pussy lips and began sliding inside her. Miyu’s breath hitched sharply. Her walls were incredibly tight, fluttering and clenching around the thick invasion.

"Haah... so thick..." she gasped, her voice trembling with overwhelming pleasure. "It’s stretching me... every centimetre feels so big..."

She kept sinking, her hips lowering gradually. The thick shaft disappeared deeper and deeper into her soaked cunt. Miyu’s full breasts swayed heavily as she moved, her nipples brushing against Haruto’s chest. Her face was flushed crimson, lips parted in a constant stream of soft, broken moans.

"Ahhn... it’s so deep already..." she whispered, her voice shaky and needy. "I can feel you in my womb... you’re stretching me so wide..."

Haruto groaned deeply as her tight, wet pussy slowly swallowed every inch of his cock. The walls were impossibly hot and silky, squeezing him like a velvet glove. Miyu’s arousal was pouring out around his shaft, making everything slick and obscene.

When she had taken him to the hilt, Miyu bottomed out completely. Her ass rested against his hips, his entire thick cock buried deep inside her. She stayed still for a moment, trembling with the intensity of being so full.

Then she began to move.

Slow, deep rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis while her pussy clenched and milked him from the inside.

Miyu’s breathing was heavy and shaky. She looked down at him with glassy, lust-drunk eyes and whispered breathlessly:

"you feel so good inside me..."

The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of Miyu’s riding. Her full, soft breasts bounced heavily with every deep thrust of her hips. Her nipples were stiff and hard, swinging wildly in front of Haruto’s face as she rode his thick cock. The wet slap of her ass against his hips echoed obscenely in the quiet house, mixing with the heavy, rhythmic breathing of both of them.

Miyu’s head was thrown back, her long hair swaying like a curtain around her flushed face. Her mouth was open, lips parted in constant, desperate moans. She was feeling every single inch of Haruto’s massive cock inside her — the thick veins dragging against her walls, the swollen head kissing her cervix, the heavy balls pressing against her clit with every bounce.

"Ahh... Haruto... every inch... you’re so deep..." she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure. "I can feel you in my womb... so hard... so thick..."

She was bouncing faster now, her pussy swallowing him completely, creaming around his cock in thick, glossy strands. The wet, obscene sounds of her cunt taking him filled the room — plap, plap, plap — louder than the creaking of the old wooden floor.

Haruto’s hands had moved to her breasts. He grabbed them with both hands, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh possessively. Miyu’s breasts overflowed in his palms, the warm skin squishing between his fingers as he kneaded and lifted them, his thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples. He squeezed them harder, feeling their perfect weight and softness in his grip.

"Fuck... your tits feel so good," he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. "So soft... so full..."

Miyu moaned loudly, her head still thrown back, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. She was bouncing faster, harder, her pussy clenching and milking him relentlessly. Every thrust made her breasts bounce violently, the sound of flesh slapping flesh mixing with her broken moans.

Then the door suddenly slid open.

Miyu’s mother stepped inside, holding a plate with two glasses of juice and a small plate of snacks. She looked up, her eyes widening in shock.

The sight before her was completely exposed — her daughter completely naked on top of Haruto, breasts bouncing, pussy riding his thick cock, both of them moaning in pleasure.

For one split second, Miyu’s mother froze, her face pale with shock.

Then she blinked, closed the door gently, and left the room without a word, leaving only the soft click of the latch behind her.

The room was suddenly filled with awkward silence.

Miyu’s body was still trembling on top of Haruto’s cock, her breasts still bouncing, her pussy still clenching around him, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment and lingering orgasm.

Haruto’s hands were still squeezing her soft tits, his cock still buried deep inside her as they both stared at the closed door.

The night air from the window carried the faint sound of crickets, but the moment felt strangely heavy.

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