Chapter 33 R18 Mikoto

Hiro hugged mikoto, and their faces were close to each other, and after a few seconds, the Mikoto was already softly moaning from the incredible kiss of this impudent young man.

Wasting no time, Hiro stroked the Her incredibly smooth back with both hands, stopping at her large, firm ass, squeezing gently. 

Mikoto could feel the large, hard cock pressing against her stomach and couldn't help but moan in excitement. 

Mikoto did not resist Hiro's caresses in any way, and after a few minutes of hot kisses and tongue wrestling.

"Wait... You Let me handle everything this time," she said as she bent down on her knees, tying her hair.

Hiro was stunned. "Okay."

He groaned as he looked at Mikoto's dazzling beauty.

He couldn't take his eyes off her proudly jutting tits, with thick, erect nipples. 

As Mikoto Slowly Pulled Out His dick and gulped.. but she took a deep breath

She then put the whole dick inside her mouth as she rocked her head back and forth as her mouth made sloppy sounds.

After 10 minutes of blowjob, Hiro grabbed her head and came right inside her mouth. Mikoto just swallowed the cum.

As She stood up wiping the some leaked cum on her face 

He bent down a little coming closer to her ear.

Hiro's voice was a low, commanding whisper, sending shivers down Mikoto's spine. 

"I want you to ride me now," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. 

Mikoto's face flushed a deeper red, but she nodded obediently, her heart pounding.

She moved to the edge of the bed, her eyes briefly meeting Hiro's intense gaze. With a deep breath, she straddled him, her hands trembling slightly as she positioned herself. 

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

Hiro's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she began to ride him. 

Each thrust was deliberate, her body moving in sync with his, the bed creaking softly under their combined weight. 

Mikoto's breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her body responding to the primal rhythm they had set.

As the intensity built, Hiro's grip tightened, his fingers leaving imprints on her skin. 

Mikoto's movements grew more frantic, her hair cascading around her face in wild disarray. 

The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and the wet, squelching noises from their entangled bodies.

Mikoto's eyes fluttered closed, her senses overwhelmed by the raw, intimate connection. 

Each of Hiro's thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, and she could feel the heat pooling deep within her. 

Her hands pressed against his chest for balance, her nails lightly scratching the skin, adding to the urgency of the moment.

Hiro's eyes were locked onto hers, a fierce intensity burning in their depths. He watched her every move, his control slipping with each passing second. His voice, when he spoke, was a guttural growl. "Harder, Mikoto," he commanded, his words punctuated by the sharp intake of breath.

Obediently, Mikoto increased her pace, her hips slamming down onto him with more force. The bed's frame groaned in protest, the sound mingling with their heavy breaths and the slick sounds of their union. Mikoto's mind was a haze of pleasure and desire, her body moving almost of its own accord.

Hiro's hands moved from her hips to her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, causing her to gasp and arch her back. The dual sensations of his touch and his penetration were almost too much to bear, and Mikoto felt herself teetering on the edge of climax.

"I'm close," Hiro warned, his voice strained. Mikoto nodded, her own release building rapidly. With one final, powerful thrust, Hiro's body tensed, and he spilled inside her, his release triggering her own.

Mikoto cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow she had grabbed to muffle the sound, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Mikoto collapsed onto Hiro, her breaths shallow and rapid.

Hiro wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his own breathing slowly returning to normal.

The room was filled with the heavy scent of their passion, the air thick with the aftermath of their intense encounter.

For a moment, there was silence, save for their mingled breaths and the soft rustling of sheets. Then, Hiro gently lifted Mikoto off him, guiding her to lay beside him. 

He pulled her into his arms, her head resting on his chest. Mikoto listened to the steady beat of his heart, a sense of contentment washing over her despite the tumultuous events of the night.

He gazed at her perfectly shaped breast.

"Mikoto," he inquired.

"Hmn?" she responded.

"Can I drink?" he asked, pointing at her breasts.

Mikoto's face turned a little red at his request. "Milk won't come out," she replied.

"No problem," he said, as he nestled his head into her breast, opened his mouth, and began to suckle like a baby.

Hiro's actions were both surprising and intimate, his lips pressing softly against Mikoto's skin as he began to suckle gently. 

Mikoto's initial shock gave way to a strange mix of embarrassment and warmth, her body responding to his touch despite her words. 

She felt a tingling sensation where his mouth was, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that made her shift slightly in his embrace.

"Hiro, it's not... it's not going to come out," Mikoto murmured, her voice a mix of amusement and nervousness. She ran her fingers through his hair, unsure whether to push him away or let him continue.

Hiro looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of playfulness. "I know, but it feels nice," he whispered, his voice muffled against her skin. 

He resumed his gentle sucking, exploring her with his tongue, each movement sending shivers down Mikoto's spine.

Mikoto's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly before relaxing into his touch. 

She couldn't deny the arousal building within her, the sensation of his mouth on her breast igniting a fire that spread through her veins. "Hiro..." she breathed out, a plea and a question in her tone.

He responded by tightening his hold around her, pulling her closer as he continued his exploration.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the soft moans escaping Mikoto's lips, and the rustling of the sheets as they moved together.