Busty Neighbor Knocks on Door To Fuck Lonely Guy on the Couch – [Tonari no Oneesan / Hitozuma / Kyonyuu]

Busty Neighbor with Hourglass Body Knocks for Sugar – Ends Up Bent Over the Counter – [Tonari no Oneesan / Hitozuma / Kyonyuu]

爆乳の隣人がドアを叩いて。ソファーで孤独な男と。 (Bakunyuu no rinjin ga doa o tataite. Sofā de kodoku na otoko to.)

巨乳の隣人お姉さんが訪問。一人暮らしの男をソファーで誘惑して、そのまま中出し。 (Kyonyuu no rinjin onē-san ga houmon. Hitorigurashi no otoko o sofā de yuuwaku shite, sono mama nakadashi.)

– Female neighbor visits wearing a bra that leaves bra strap marks.
– Male neighbor is shirtless, showing a skinny chest and hairy arms.

The knock came at the worst possible time—just as he was pulling the half-empty bag of sugar from the cupboard, realizing too late that he’d barely have enough for his own coffee tomorrow. The door swung open before he could even process the sight of her, and there she stood: his neighbor, Yuna, with those wide hips barely contained in her silk pajama shorts, the thin fabric stretched taut across her thick thighs. Her tank top had ridden up just enough to reveal the faint red lines of her bra straps digging into her honey-toned shoulders, the indentations fresh, as if she’d only just tugged it off.

His fingers froze around the crumpled sugar bag as she leaned against the doorframe, her thick lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, you *are* home,” she purred, her gaze dragging lazily down his bare chest—skinny but defined, the kind of frame that made his hairy arms look oddly deliberate, like he’d skipped the gym but not the testosterone. A bead of sweat trailed down his sternum, and her eyes followed it, lingering just long enough for him to feel the weight of her stare.

“I was just…” He trailed off, suddenly hyper-aware of how stupid he sounded, clutching a half-empty bag of sugar like some domestic cliché.

– Female neighbor visits wearing a bra that leaves bra strap marks.
– Male neighbor is shirtless, showing a skinny chest and hairy arms.

Yuna’s smirk deepened as she shifted her weight, her thick thighs brushing together with a whisper of friction. The movement pulled her tank top even higher, revealing a sliver of smooth, tanned skin above her waistband—just enough to hint at the curve of her hips beneath. “You were just… what?” she teased, her voice low, honeyed. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt, lifting it just a fraction more, and his throat went dry.

His grip tightened on the sugar bag, the crinkling sound absurdly loud in the charged silence between them. Yuna’s lips—painted a deep, glossy red—parted slightly as she exhaled, her breath warm and deliberate. The straps of her tank top had slipped even further, revealing the delicate lace trim of her bra, the fabric strained against the full swell of her breasts. He could see the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the material, stiffened either by the cool air or something far more intentional.

He swallowed hard, the sugar bag crackling in his grip like an accusation. “Uh—do you want to come in?” The words tumbled out before he could second-guess them, his voice rougher than he intended. “I was just… gonna make tea.”

Yuna’s laugh was throaty, rich—the kind that vibrated low in her chest and made his pulse spike. “Tea?” she repeated, arching one sculpted brow. Her fingers trailed up the doorframe, nails painted the same deep red as her lips, and she pushed off it with a roll of her hips that sent her thick ass swaying deliberately. “Funny. I came for sugar.” She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her bare feet padding softly against his hardwood floor. The scent of her perfume—something warm and expensive, vanilla laced with amber—filled the space between them as she brushed past him, her arm grazing his bare chest.

The electric kettle clicked on with a soft hum as he filled it, the water sloshing against the metal sides. His hands weren’t entirely steady—not with Yuna leaning against his kitchen counter just a few feet away, her hips cocked to one side, that same infuriating smirk playing at the corners of her lips. The steam began to rise, curling lazily in the air between them, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating off her skin. She hadn’t moved from her spot, just watched him with those dark, knowing eyes, her fingers now tracing idle circles on the countertop.

– Female neighbor visits wearing a bra that leaves bra strap marks.
– Male neighbor is shirtless, showing a skinny chest and hairy arms.

The kettle’s hum filled the silence, but Yuna’s gaze had already dropped—lower, deliberate, lingering where the thin fabric of his sweatpants strained against the unmistakable outline of his stiffening cock. Her smirk widened, slow and predatory. “Well,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement, “looks like *someone’s* been blessed down there.” She dragged her tongue over her lower lip, red and glossy under the kitchen light, before meeting his eyes again. “Or is that just your *tea* getting hot?”

The kettle screeched, startling him out of the tension-thick moment. He fumbled with it, pouring scalding water into mismatched mugs—one chipped, the other bearing a faded brewery logo—while Yuna’s laughter curled around him like smoke. She accepted the mug he handed her, her fingers brushing against his just long enough to leave his skin tingling. Steam rose between them, obscuring her smirk for half a second before she turned, her hips swaying with deliberate, hypnotic rhythm as she led the way to his sagging couch. The cushions groaned under her weight as she sank into them, her thighs spreading just enough to make the fabric of her shorts strain dangerously across her thick, shapely hips.

– Female neighbor visits wearing a bra that leaves bra strap marks.
– Male neighbor is shirtless, showing a skinny chest and hairy arms.

Yuna took a slow sip of her tea, her dark eyes locking onto his over the rim of the mug. Then, with deliberate languor, she patted the space beside her on the couch—not just anywhere, but *right* beside her, close enough that the heat of her skin radiated through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. “Don’t just stand there,” she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. “Unless you’d rather watch from a distance?” Her lips curved, red and knowing. “Some men do.”

He hesitated—just for a heartbeat—before crossing the short distance between them, his bare feet silent against the hardwood. The couch groaned again as he sat, the worn cushions sagging beneath their combined weight, forcing his thigh to press flush against hers. Yuna didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted slightly, her thick thigh pressing more firmly against his, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Her tea sat abandoned on the coffee table, steam curling lazily upward, forgotten.

He starts undressing her. Taking off her bra to reveal big boobs. He starts fondling the breasts

Yuna stretched her arms lazily above her head, the motion pulling her tank tight across her full breasts, the lace of her bra peeking through the thin fabric. She turned her head slightly, lips quirking as she studied him from beneath half-lowered lashes. “So,” she began, voice dripping with casual curiosity, “what *do* you do with all this alone time?” Her fingers drummed idly against her thigh, the rhythm slow, teasing. “Watch TV? Or…” Her smirk deepened, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her already-glossy lips. “Porn?”

His pulse spiked at the question, his fingers tightening around his mug. The heat from the tea was nothing compared to the slow burn creeping up his neck. Yuna’s smirk widened as she leaned in, her thick lips hovering inches from his ear, her breath warm against his skin. “Or maybe,” she murmured, her voice dipping into something darker, “you *don’t* watch porn.” Her fingers trailed lazily up his thigh, stopping just shy of the tented fabric of his sweatpants. “Maybe you just… fantasize.”

Neighbor takes off clothes. She has a curvaceous hourglass body with wide hips and big boobs. He starts fucking her on the couch missionary style, holding her legs high in the air.

He exhaled sharply through his nose—half a laugh, half a scoff—before turning his head to meet her gaze. The smirk on Yuna’s face was unbearable, like she already knew the answer and was just waiting for him to squirm. “Fantasize?” he repeated, forcing a dry chuckle. His fingers flexed against the mug, the ceramic still warm. “Yeah, sure. About *exactly* this.” His tone was lighter than he felt, but the way her eyebrow arched told him she wasn’t buying it.

His fingers twitched against the mug before he set it down, the ceramic clinking softly against the coffee table. The air between them was thick, charged with something unspoken—something that made his pulse hammer in his throat. Without breaking her gaze, he let his hand drift from the armrest, fingers grazing the smooth expanse of Yuna’s thigh where it pressed against his. Her skin was warm, impossibly soft beneath his touch, and when she didn’t pull away, he exhaled sharply through his nose, his palm settling fully against her.

They change to reverse cowgirl position as she sits on her lap facing away from him. Her legs wide open to allow room for his hard long dick. She starts grinding on his dick on the couch. He can feel her huge buttocks – the pleasure !!

Yuna’s breath hitched—just slightly—as his palm pressed more firmly against her thigh, her fingers twitching against the couch cushion. For a heartbeat, she stayed still, her dark eyes locked onto his, unreadable. Then, with deliberate slowness, her own hand slid from where it had been resting idly on her knee, her fingertips tracing a featherlight path up his inner thigh. The touch was teasing, almost accidental, but the way her nails dragged lightly against the fabric of his sweatpants sent a jolt of electricity straight to his already-stiff cock.

His breath shuddered out in a hot rush as her fingers traced the outline of his cock through the sweatpants, her touch featherlight but deliberate, mapping every inch of his throbbing length. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the damp spot already forming at the tip, and Yuna’s lips curled in satisfaction as her thumb rubbed slow circles over it, smearing the pre-cum against the material. “Mmm,” she hummed, the vibration sending a jolt straight to his balls. “Someone’s been *thinking* about this.” Her other hand slid down his stomach, nails scraping lightly through the coarse hair leading to his waistband before hooking her fingers into it, tugging just enough to make his cock twitch. The air between them crackled with tension, thick enough to taste—sweet like her lipstick, musky like the arousal he could already smell on her. She shifted closer, her thick thigh pressing harder against his, the heat of her skin searing through the fabric as she leaned in, her lips brushing his earlobe. “Tell me,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper, “how long have you been imagining my *big* ass bouncing on this cock?” Her teeth grazed his neck, sharp and sudden, and he groaned, his hips bucking helplessly against her grip. Yuna laughed—low, throaty—and nipped again, harder this time. “Yeah,” she breathed, her hand sliding beneath his waistband at last, fingers wrapping around his aching shaft. “*That’s* what I thought.”

They change to butterfly position as she wraps her egs around his waist. His cock deep inside her vagina while holding her thighs. He lays on his back as she rides him in cowgirl position. The couch is creaking. He is watching her glorious boobs.

His mouth crashed into hers before she could finish the sentence—hot, hungry, her thick lips yielding under the rough urgency of his kiss. Yuna moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as his fingers clawed at her tank top, tugging the thin fabric up over her full breasts until it bunched beneath her chin. The lace of her bra barely contained her heavy tits, the cups straining against the soft flesh spilling over the edges, and he groaned against her lips as his palms cupped them greedily, kneading the plush weight through the delicate material. Yuna arched into his touch, her nipples pebbling against his palms, already stiff beneath the lace. With a growl, he yanked the tank top higher—then tore it clean off in one rough motion, the seams giving way with a sharp *rip* that sent buttons skittering across the hardwood. Yuna gasped, her dark eyes flashing with something feral as the ruined fabric fell away, leaving her in nothing but the lace bra, the delicate straps digging into her honeyed skin. His mouth found hers again, wet and sloppy this time, tongues tangling as his fingers hooked into the cups of her bra, tugging them down until her tits spilled free—full, round, the dusky nipples already pebbled and begging for his mouth.

They continue fucking on the couch. She is sitting on his hard cock in squatting position, grinding his crotch and penis in back and forth motions.

Yuna’s fingers curled into the waistband of his sweatpants, her nails biting into his skin as she tugged sharply downward, the fabric sliding over his hips with a whisper before pooling at his feet. His cock sprang free—thick, flushed, the tip glistening with pre-cum—and her breath hitched as she took in the sight of it, her lips parting in a slow, deliberate exhale. “*Fuck*,” she breathed, her voice husky with approval, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft in a tight, possessive grip. The heat of her palm seared into him as she stroked upward, her thumb swirling over the swollen head, smearing the slickness across it before dragging back down in one torturously slow motion. “Longer than I imagined,” she murmured, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his, her smirk dripping with wicked satisfaction. Her other hand trailed up his thigh, nails scraping lightly over his skin before gripping his ass, her fingers digging into the muscle as she leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over his cock. “And *thick*,” she added, her tongue darting out to trace the vein running along the underside, her lips brushing the tip in a teasing near-kiss. “Tell me,” she purred, her grip tightening as she pumped him once, slow and firm, “how many times have you pictured me sucking this *big* dick?” Her mouth hovered just inches away, her warm breath sending shivers through him, before she finally—*finally*—closed her lips around the head, her tongue swirling lazily as she took him deeper, her throat working around him with a filthy, wet sound.

She removes her top, flaunting her large boobs before him

His hands trembled as he gripped her shoulders, gently but firmly pushing her back—just enough to break the sinful suction of her lips around his cock. Yuna blinked up at him, her thick lips glistening with spit, a flicker of confusion darkening her gaze before he rasped, “Wait.” The word came out ragged, half-strangled by the need clawing at his throat. He swallowed hard, forcing his breathing to steady as he reached for the nightstand drawer, fingers fumbling past loose change and crumpled receipts until they brushed against the familiar foil packet.

Yuna’s smirk returned, slow and knowing, as she watched him tear open the condom wrapper with his teeth. She licked her lips—red and glossy, still wet from her mouth—before shifting on her knees between his legs, her thick thighs spreading wider on the carpet. Her fingers trailed up his inner thighs, nails scraping lightly over his skin, before she reached for the condom herself, plucking it from his trembling grip. “You’re *so* eager,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement as she rolled the latex down his throbbing length with deliberate slowness, her fingertips brushing the sensitive underside just enough to make him twitch. She leaned in then, her full breasts pressing against his knees as her lips brushed his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. “But don’t worry,” she whispered, her teeth grazing his neck in a sharp, fleeting bite, “*I’ll* take care of you.” With that, she rose to her feet in one fluid motion, her hips swaying as she stepped back—just far enough to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her silk shorts and slide them down, inch by torturous inch, revealing the delicate lace of her thong beneath, the fabric already damp and clinging to the swollen outline of her pussy.

She is totally naked, an amazing curvaceous figure with large boobs and wide hips – A body so fuckable

His breath came in ragged bursts as he pinned her beneath him, the couch groaning under their combined weight. Yuna’s thick thighs spread wider, her hips arching up to meet him, the damp heat of her pussy pressing against the latex-covered tip of his cock. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as he pushed in—slow at first, the tight, wet grip of her making his jaw clench—then deeper, harder, until her breath hitched and her lips parted in a gasp. “Fuck,” she moaned, her voice strained with pleasure, her hips rolling up to take him deeper. The lace of her thong had been shoved aside, the fabric stretched taut against her swollen lips as he bottomed out inside her, his balls pressing against the curve of her ass. Yuna’s back arched, her full tits brushing against his chest, her nipples stiff and begging for his mouth. He obliged, sucking one into his mouth as he pistoned into her, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she urged him faster, her breath hot against his ear. “Harder,” she panted, her fingers twisting in his hair, pulling just enough to sting. “Fucking—*ruin* me.” He obeyed, driving into her with rough, relentless strokes, her wetness coating his thighs as her moans grew louder, sharper—until her body tensed beneath him, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vise as she came with a shuddering cry.

She rides his hard cock in cowgirl position – as they fuck on the couch in the lounge !!

His hands slid up her sweat-slicked torso, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her tits as he fucked into her with deep, punishing strokes. Yuna’s back arched off the couch, her full breasts bouncing with each thrust, her nipples stiff and flushed under his rough touch. With a growl, he bent his head, his mouth closing hot and wet around one pebbled peak, sucking hard enough to make her cry out—a sharp, broken sound that vibrated against his tongue. Yuna’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there as he lapped at her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud before sealing his lips around it again, sucking rhythmically in time with the snap of his hips. Her thighs trembled around his waist, her pussy clenching tighter around his cock as he switched to her other breast, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before drawing it deep into his mouth. Yuna gasped, her hips bucking wildly beneath him, her nails raking down his back as she whimpered, “Fuck—*yes*—just like that—!” The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, mingling with her ragged moans and the obscene suck of his mouth on her nipples, each pull sending jolts of pleasure straight to her throbbing clit. He groaned against her skin, his cock twitching inside her as her breath hitched—her thighs clamping around him, her body bowing off the couch as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy milking his length with pulsing, desperate contractions.

His hands gripped Yuna’s waist, lifting her effortlessly as she gasped—her thighs still trembling from her climax—before turning her around to straddle him backward, her thick ass pressing flush against his hips. The shift forced his cock deeper inside her, drawing a throaty moan from her lips as she arched her back, her full breasts swaying with the movement. Her hands braced against his thighs for balance, fingers digging into his skin as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding down onto him with enough pressure to make his breath stutter. “Fuck,” she breathed, her head falling back against his shoulder, her dark hair tickling his chest as she rocked faster, her ass clenching with each upward thrust. The new angle had his cock hitting spots that made her toes curl, her pussy clenching around him in tight, pulsing waves. He groaned, hands sliding up her sweat-slicked torso to cup her heavy tits, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples as she rode him with increasing urgency. Yuna’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hips moving in a frenzied rhythm—up, down, back—each motion dragging a filthy, wet sound from where they were joined. His fingers pinched her nipples hard, twisting just enough to make her cry out, her body shuddering as another orgasm crashed over her. She collapsed against him, her back pressing into his chest, her ass still grinding in lazy circles as she whimpered, “*Again*—make me cum again—” His hands dropped to her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her, the slap of skin echoing in the room as he fucked her through her climax, his own release building with each tight, wet clench of her pussy.

With a throaty laugh, Yuna suddenly lurched forward, her thick thighs sliding free from his waist as she twisted her body—her slick pussy slipping off his cock with a wet *pop*—before collapsing onto all fours on the couch. Her back arched, her heavy ass rising high into the air, the plush globes quivering as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles. The scent of her—musky, sweet—hit him full force as she rocked backward, her thick ass pressing flush against his face, the soft flesh smothering his nose and mouth. “Mmm,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction as she glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “You *like* that?” She twerked harder, her ass cheeks clapping together with a sharp *smack* before bouncing apart, the rhythmic jiggle hypnotic. His hands shot up instinctively, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her hips as she ground against him, her damp pussy hovering just inches from his lips. Yuna moaned, her fingers twisting in the couch cushions as she arched her back further, her ass lifting higher—closer—until his tongue flicked out, dragging a slow, wet stripe up her slick folds. She shuddered, her thighs trembling as she gasped, “*Fuck*—” Her hips jerked forward, then back again, grinding against his mouth with desperate need. “Lick me,” she demanded, her voice ragged, her fingers tangling in his hair to yank him closer. “*Right* there—yes—!” His tongue delved deeper, swirling around her swollen clit before plunging into her dripping entrance, the taste of her flooding his senses as she rode his face with abandon, her thick ass bouncing against his chin with each frantic roll of her hips.

Yuna’s fingers trembled as she pushed against his chest, her lips swollen from their feverish kissing, her breath coming in short, ragged pants. “Turn around,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need, her thighs squeezing his waist as she rolled them both in one fluid motion—until *she* was straddling him, her thick thighs bracketing his hips, her dripping pussy hovering just above his cock. The couch groaned beneath their shifting weight as she sank down onto him slowly, inch by torturous inch, her plush lips parting around his length with a breathless moan. Yuna’s head tipped back, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she took him to the hilt, her tight walls fluttering around him in greedy pulses. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as she began to move—rolling her hips in slow, sinuous circles, her thick ass lifting slightly before slamming back down, taking him deeper with each downward stroke. The butterfly position forced her thighs wide, her glistening pussy stretched obscenely around his shaft, the swollen lips clinging to him as she rode him with deliberate, grinding thrusts. Her full breasts bounced with each movement, her stiff nipples brushing against his chest, the friction drawing sharp, gasping breaths from her parted lips. Yuna’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging his head back as she leaned down, her hot breath ghosting over his ear. “Feel how *wet* you make me?” she purred, her voice thick with pleasure, her hips never slowing their rhythm. “Fucking—*ruined*—for this cock.” His groan was lost against her throat as she tightened around him, her inner muscles clenching in time with each downward plunge, her thighs trembling as she rode him toward the edge.

爆乳の隣人がドアを叩いて。ソファーで孤独な男と。 (Bakunyuu no rinjin ga doa o tataite. Sofā de kodoku na otoko to.)

巨乳の隣人お姉さんが訪問。一人暮らしの男をソファーで誘惑して、そのまま中出し。 (Kyonyuu no rinjin onē-san ga houmon. Hitorigurashi no otoko o sofā de yuuwaku shite, sono mama nakadashi.)

隣の爆乳お姉さんが砂糖を借りに。キッチンカウンターで屈辱の種付け。

最悪のタイミングでノックの音が響いた。戸棚から使いかけの砂糖の袋を取り出し、明日のコーヒーに入れる分すら怪しいと気づいた矢先のことだった。返事をする間もなくドアが開き、そこに立っていたのは隣人のユナだった。シルクのパジャマショーツからはち切れんばかりの豊かなヒップ、そして太い太ももにピチピチに張り付いた生地が目を引く。タンクトップは捲れ上がり、蜂蜜色の肩にはブラジャーのストラップが食い込んだ生々しい跡が残っていた。

「あら、いたのね」彼女は不敵な笑みを浮かべ、男の剥き出しの胸元をねっとりと見つめた。細身だが引き締まった体躯、そして男らしい毛深い腕に、彼女の視線が突き刺さる。胸元を伝う汗の滴を、彼女は逃さず追っていた。

「あ、いや……」男は砂糖の袋を握りしめたまま硬直した。ユナはドアフレームにもたれかかり、肉感的な太ももを擦り合わせる。その動きに合わせてタンクトップがさらにズり上がり、日焼けした滑らかな腹部が覗いた。「……何してたの？」蜜のように甘い声が鼓膜を揺らす。彼女はシャツの裾を指で弄り、さらに上へと引き上げた。

「……茶でも、飲んでいくか？」絞り出した声は、自分でも驚くほど掠れていた。ユナは喉の奥で低く、色っぽく笑った。「お茶？ いいわね。でも私が欲しかったのは……砂糖よ」彼女は招かれるのを待たずに足を踏み入れた。すれ違いざま、アンバーとバニラの混ざった高価な香水の匂いが鼻を突き、彼女の腕が男の胸に触れた。

キッチンカウンターに腰をかけたユナは、スウェットパンツ越しに隠しきれないほど硬り（いきり）立った男の股間を凝視した。「あら……ずいぶんと立派なものが熱くなってるじゃない」彼女は真っ赤な唇を舌でなぞり、獲物を狙うような目で笑った。「それとも、お茶が沸くのがそんなに楽しみ？」

二人は古びたソファに腰を下ろした。ユナの豊かな太ももが男の脚に密着し、体温がスウェット越しに伝わってくる。「一人でいる時は何してるの？ テレビ？ それとも……」彼女は男の耳元に顔を寄せ、熱い吐息を吹きかけた。「エッチなビデオでも見て、私のこと妄想してた？」

男が答える前に、彼女の手がスウェットの上からその剛直を鷲掴みにした。膨らんだ先端から滲み出た先走りの汁を、親指で弄るように広げる。「こんなに硬くして……私の大きな尻がこの棒の上で跳ねるのを、ずっと想像してたんでしょう？」彼女は男の首筋に歯を立て、荒々しく吸い付いた。

男は我慢できず彼女の唇を奪い、タンクトップを乱暴に引き裂いた。ボタンが床に飛び散り、レースのブラジャーから溢れんばかりの豊かな乳房が露わになる。ユナは男のスウェットを蹴り脱がすと、剥き出しになった赤黒い怒張を熱い手のひらでしごき上げた。「思ったより太くて……長いのね」彼女は舌先で先端の割れ目をなぞり、そのまま深い喉の奥まで一気に飲み込んだ。

「待って……」男は震える手で避妊具を取り出し、ユナはそれを奪い取ると、挑発的な手つきで彼の剛直に被せた。彼女はシルクのショーツをゆっくりと脱ぎ捨て、すでに愛液でぐっしょりと濡れそそった秘部を露わにした。

男は彼女をソファに押し倒し、結合部を強引に貫いた。ユナは悲鳴のような喘ぎ声を上げ、豊かな太ももを男の腰に巻き付けた。肉と肉がぶつかる卑猥な音が部屋に響き渡る。男は彼女の重たい乳房を鷲掴みにし、硬く尖った乳首を交互に吸い上げた。「あぁ……そこ、いい……もっと壊して！」ユナは髪を振り乱し、狂ったように腰を突き上げた。

男は彼女の腰を掴み、四つん這いにさせた。突き出した大きな尻の肉を波打たせ、後ろから容赦なくピストンを繰り返す。「やだ、そんな……奥まで……！」彼女は顔を伏せ、シーツを掻きむしりながら絶頂に震えた。男はさらに彼女を仰向けにさせ、M字に開かせた脚の間に自身の全てを叩きつけた。彼女の膣壁が吸い付くように脈打ち、男の剛直を締め上げる。

最後の一突きとともに、男は彼女の深奥で激しく精を放った。ユナは全身を弓なりに反らせ、何度も何度も絶頂の波に飲み込まれた。二人は汗まみれのまま、重なり合って荒い呼吸を繰り返した。ユナは満足げに微笑み、男の首筋に顔を埋めた。「……お砂糖より、ずっと甘かったわよ」