Since she vents to me about things that are okay to leak, the information naturally flows into me.
I focused my attention on Kousaka in front of me.
I hugged her from the front, wrapped my arms around her back, and naturally kissed her.
Having steeled herself, Kousaka sought my kiss as I wished.
At first, it was a natural kiss, just lips touching lips.
Then, I carefully loosened the obi on Kousaka’s back.
As if stroking the beautiful contours of her face, I gently massaged the area under her ears and her nape.
When I did, Kousaka seemed to relax a bit.
With a lewd, squelching sound, our lips parted.
A silver bridge of mixed saliva and spit hung between us for a moment before eventually falling to the ground.
At the same time, I asked Kousaka to straddle me.
“…Why?” Kousaka asked, seemingly wondering about the reason.
“If the woman is in the lead, the cowgirl position feels better for the man.
For now, try sitting on top of me.” Saying that, I had the questioning Kousaka straddle me for the time being.
—You want to practice, right?
When I told her that, she nodded, took off her panties, and straddled me.
Our genitals were now rubbing against each other.
The fluids dripping from Kousaka’s slit wet my scrotum and my lower body.
The moment she straddled me, she seemed filled with a sense of conquest; it was clear that a passion had taken root in her eyes, distinct from her usual coolness.
Kousaka tried to maintain her composure, but her expression was clearly flushed and embarrassed even in the dark summit, though I decided not to point it out.
Mood is important.
I’m not so boorish as to ruin it.
Her long, perfectly straight jet-black hair cascaded down her back like silk, framing her sharp, model-like face.
Her selfishly curvaceous body — massive, heavy D-cup breasts that jiggled with every breath, a tiny waist that flared dramatically into wide, fertile hips, and long, toned legs — pressed against me.
Her skin was flawless and pale, now glistening with a thin layer of sweat from the humid summer night.
“…Can I put it in?” “It’ll hurt at first, so please bear with it.
As a man, I’m happier with the cowgirl position if the woman is leading, so I think it’s better to get used to it.” After I gave that advice, Kousaka nodded.
“Nngh…!” She groaned as she lowered her hips onto my groin.
She was groaning in pain, but it was only halfway.
A thin streak of red blood trickled down.
It was proof that her hymen had broken.
Her tight, virgin pussy stretched painfully around my thick cock, the inner walls gripping me like a hot, wet vice.
I was happy to be able to take the virginity of such a high-class, beautiful girl.
I want to give Kumiko some reward sex later.
Or rather, I want to do it.
That said, it would be rude not to focus on the woman in front of me while having sex, so I returned my focus to Kousaka.
“Hang in there…
it’s only halfway.” “I-I know…!” I encouraged her, but her face was twisted in pain.
Kousaka probably isn’t the type to exercise much.
I hear it hurts at first.
Kousaka can do sports, but she’s more of the music type than the athletic type.
She likely does running to increase lung capacity, but she isn’t the type to engage in the kind of intense exercise that would break a hymen.
I started to feel the warmth of Kousaka’s body and the pleasure of her vagina — incredibly tight, scorching hot, and silky smooth, her untouched folds fluttering and squeezing around every inch of my shaft.
“Just a little more, just a little bit…” “Uuugh…!” With the penis inserted about three-quarters of the way, I showed some concern; while baring her chest and squeezing one breast with one hand, I toyed with her clitoris, guiding her to relax and feel pleasure.
Her heavy D-cup breast filled my palm perfectly, the soft yet firm flesh overflowing between my fingers as I pinched and rolled her stiff pink nipple.
“Hah…!
Nnnh…!” Kousaka reacted to each of my caresses faithfully.
It was rewarding.
But she still looked like she was in pain.
“Does it hurt…?
Are you okay?” “It hurts, but I’m okay.
B-But, wait a second…” Kousaka endured the pain, breathing heavily.
Perhaps due to the humid Kyoto heat, sweat was pouring off her soft skin, dripping onto me and making her massive breasts glisten.
“Deep breaths, take deep breaths.” Kousaka took deep breaths as I instructed, but…
“Haa, haa, haaa-ah!?” Her rhythm was broken by my caress of her clitoris.
Her strength left her from the pleasure, the tension in her knees vanished, and she swallowed the entirety of my shaft in one smooth, albeit tight, go.
Her virgin pussy engulfed me completely, the head of my cock pressing firmly against her cervix as her walls spasmed wildly around me.
Kousaka felt the pain, but she seemed somewhat relaxed now that she had managed to take it all the way in.
I felt honored to be the first to taste Kousaka’s flesh and the depths of her vagina, the path leading to her womb, which no one else had ever tasted.
“Uuuuu…!” She seemed to be enduring the pain, so to encourage relaxation, I continued to toy with her clitoris carefully, rubbing the swollen nub in fast little circles while occasionally flicking it.
With my free hand, I slowly and thoroughly kneaded Kousaka’s already erect nipple, pinching and tugging it gently.
She had been masturbating to the thought of me; it was very obvious, her nipple was hard and erect, sensitive to every touch.
Kousaka leaned forward toward me, perhaps because the pain was easing slightly.
I caught her gently and kissed her softly to help her relax.
Even though she must have been enduring pain, she sought me out, her tongue shyly meeting mine.