Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 S*x on the Beach [vaginal, anal, MF]

“Phew, we’re all sweaty now. Want to go outside and get some fresh air? They’re a bit noisy downstairs, too.” Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief.

Hayao nodded, his throat dry, his cock stirring at the thought of being alone with her elsewhere. “Yeah, sounds good,” he managed, his voice thick with anticipation, his mind flashing to Shina’s moans echoing from downstairs, a reminder of the village’s uninhibited traditions.

Kanae stood, her movements fluid, and slipped into her hotpants, the denim hugging her thick thighs and plump ass, the fabric riding low to reveal a sliver of her stomach. She pulled on her t-shirt, the thin material stretching over her large breasts, her dark nipples faintly visible, swaying as she moved. Hayao grabbed his guest house yukata, the soft cotton brushing his sensitive skin, his cock already half-hard as he tied it loosely.

They descended the creaky wooden stairs, the sounds of Shina’s pleasure growing louder—her moans sharp and desperate, punctuated by the grunts of multiple men, the wet slap of flesh on flesh. Hayao’s cock twitched, a mix of jealousy and arousal surging, but Kanae’s firm grip on his hand pulled him forward, her touch warm and grounding. They stepped out of the guest house, ignoring the cacophony of sex behind them, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies.

The village was hushed, its streets bathed in moonlight, the only sounds the distant bark of a dog and the rhythmic chirping of crickets. The air carried the salty tang of the sea, mingled with the sweet scent of blooming hydrangeas and the earthy musk of nearby fields. Kanae led Hayao by the hand, her fingers interlaced with his, her steps confident as they wound through the village toward the beach.

The path opened to the shoreline, the waves lapping gently against a sandy beach strewn with smooth pebbles and driftwood. A stone promenade ran parallel to the water, its low, weathered wall built of rough-hewn blocks, cool to the touch under the moonlight. Iron railings, rusted in spots from the salty air, lined the edge, their metal glinting faintly. Along the path above the sand, street lamps cast pools of soft light. The sea stretched out, dark and endless, its surface shimmering like liquid silver under the light of the moon.

Kanae released Hayao’s hand and walked to the stone wall, leaning back against it, her back arched slightly, her breasts pressing against her t-shirt, the fabric straining, her nipples hard points in the cool air. 

She looked at him, her dark eyes smoldering with desire. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, the waves a soothing backdrop.

Hayao nodded, his throat tight, his cock hardening fully, tenting his yukata. “Yeah,” he breathed, stepping closer, drawn to her like a moth to flame. The scent of her filled his senses, intoxicating, mingling with the salty sea air.

She beckoned him with a crooked finger, and he closed the distance, standing between her spread thighs as she leaned against the wall. Her hands reached up, pulling him into a deep kiss, her lips soft and warm, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting of sake and desire. Hayao groaned, his hands roaming her body, cupping her breasts through the t-shirt, feeling her nipples harden under his palms, the weight of her breasts heavy and inviting. Kanae moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding to his yukata, untying it with deft fingers, letting it fall open to expose his naked body, his cock standing erect, glistening with precum in the moonlight.

“Fuck me, Hayao,” she whispered, breaking the kiss, her breath hot against his lips, her eyes locked on his, dark and hungry. “Right here, right now.”

Hayao didn’t hesitate. He pulled her hotpants and panties down, the fabric bunching around her feet, exposing her pussy, glistening with arousal, a bead of wetness trailing down her inner thigh. The older woman, in her desperation for more sex, kicked them away.

The young man lifted her slightly, her ass resting on the edge of the stone wall, her legs spreading wider to accommodate him. He positioned his cock at her entrance, the head brushing her slick folds, and thrust forward, entering her in one smooth motion, her pussy tight and warm, enveloping him completely.

Kanae gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders through the yukata, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she moaned, her head falling back, exposing her neck, her long hair spilling over the stone. 

Hayao leaned in, kissing and nibbling her throat, his tongue tasting her salty skin, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust driving deeper into her tight hole, the wet sound of their union mingling with the waves.

The stone wall was rough against Kanae’s back, but she didn’t care, lost in the pleasure of Hayao’s cock filling her, stretching her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her t-shirt riding up to expose more of her tanned skin, her nipples hard and visible through the fabric. Hayao’s hands gripped her ass, supporting her weight, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, leaving red marks. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his pace quickening, his cock throbbing inside her, the friction intense, her juices coating him, dripping down his balls.

Kanae’s moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm building. “Harder, Hayao,” she panted, her legs tightening around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him on. 

Her hands clutched his shoulders, her nails raking his skin through the yukata, leaving faint welts. Hayao thrust harder, his cock hitting deep inside her, each movement sending waves of pleasure through them both, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing across the quiet beach.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming around his cock, her juices gushing, soaking his pelvis, her scream of pleasure piercing the night, louder than the waves. “Fuck, yes!” she cried, her body trembling, her legs shaking around him, her head thrown back, her hair a dark cascade against the stone. Hayao kept thrusting, riding out her climax, his cock throbbing, his own release close but held back, wanting to prolong the moment.

As Kanae came down from her high, she looked at him with a playful, breathless smile, her eyes sparkling. “Trying to break my uterus, are you?” she teased, her voice husky, her chest heaving, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

Hayao chuckled, still buried inside her, his cock pulsing with need. “Maybe,” he replied, his hands caressing her thighs, feeling their warmth, her skin slick with sweat and arousal.

Kanae unwrapped her legs from his waist, sliding off the wall to stand on shaky feet. She turned around, facing the sea, her hands gripping the iron railings tightly, the rusted metal cool under her palms. Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a sultry look, her lips parted, her eyes dark with desire. 

“How about this?” she said, her voice low and inviting. With one hand, she reached back, spreading her bum cheeks, exposing her tight, puckered asshole. “I only let my husband use this hole. Wanna try it out?”

Hayao’s eyes widened, his cock twitching at the sight, a surge of arousal flooding him. “S…sorry,” he stammered, his voice thick with desire, his mind racing with the forbidden allure of her offer, his cock throbbing painfully, precum dripping onto the stone.

The thrill of claiming what once belonged to another.

Kanae laughed softly, a throaty sound that sent a shiver through him. “Don’t be sorry, Hayao. Come here,” she urged, her hand still spreading her cheeks, her asshole an inviting target.

He stepped closer, his hands on her hips, his cock brushing against her ass, the heat of her body radiating against him. Kneeling down, he brought his face level with her ass, his hands spreading her cheeks wider, his tongue darting out to lick her asshole, tasting her clean, slightly musky skin, as if she had prepared for this very moment. The absence of any unpleasant odor surprised him; her cleanliness heightened his arousal, his tongue probing deeper, circling the tight ring, feeling her shiver under his touch.

Kanae moaned, her body trembling, her knuckles white on the railings. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she whispered, pushing back against his tongue, encouraging him, her ass clenching slightly, the sensation sending sparks through him. 

Hayao continued, his tongue delving deeper, his hands gripping her ass, his cock throbbing with need, precum dripping onto the promenade, the salty sea air mingling with her musk.

After several moments, he stood, his cock slick with precum, and positioned it at her asshole. He applied gentle pressure, the tight ring resisting, then yielding as he pushed forward, entering her slowly, the heat and tightness overwhelming. 

Kanae gasped, her body tensing, her hands gripping the railings harder. “Whoa! You’re pushing into my guts,” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and pleasure, her ass clenching around his cock, the friction intense.

Hayao paused, letting her adjust, his hands steady on her hips, feeling her warmth, her sweat-slicked skin. “You okay?” he asked, his voice strained, his cock throbbing inside her, the tightness almost unbearable.

“Keep going,” she panted, her voice husky, pushing back against him, urging him deeper. 

Hayao began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, each movement sending waves of pleasure through him, her ass gripping his cock like a vice, the friction searing but exhilarating. The sound of their bodies slapping together mingled with the waves, her moans growing louder, echoing across the beach.

“Your cock’s rubbing the inside,” Kanae panted, her voice raw, her ass clenching tighter, her body rocking with each brutal thrust. 

Hayao’s hands dug into her hips, his fingers bruising her skin, pulling her back onto his cock, the rhythm relentless, the sea air cool against their heated bodies. Her large breasts bounced under her t-shirt, the fabric riding up, exposing her toned stomach, her nipples hard and visible, swaying with each thrust.

Kanae’s moans turned to screams, her body trembling as her orgasm built, the tightness of her ass pushing Hayao closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, her knuckles white on the railings, her ass spasming around his cock, her scream piercing the night as her orgasm hit, her body shaking, her juices dripping from her pussy, soaking her thighs. The intensity of her climax sent Hayao over the edge, and with a few more hard pumps, he came deep inside her ass, his cum shooting hot and thick, filling her, his groan mingling with her scream, their bodies locked together in ecstasy.

They stood there, panting, Hayao still inside her, his cum dripping from her ass, down her thighs, pooling on the stone promenade. Kanae turned her head, her face flushed, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Fuck, Hayao, you’re something else,” she murmured, her voice hoarse, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

Hayao pulled out slowly, his cock softening, slick with cum and her juices, the sea air cooling his heated skin. He adjusted his yukata, his hands shaking, his mind reeling from the intensity, the thrill of her ass, her screams echoing in his ears. Kanae straightened, pulling her hot pants and panties back on, her t-shirt falling to cover her breasts, her skin glistening with sweat.

She turned to face him, pulling him into a deep kiss, her lips soft and salty, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting of their shared passion. “That was fucking incredible,” she said, breaking the kiss, her breath hot against his lips, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

Hayao nodded, his heart pounding, his mind a tangle of desire, guilt, and the ever-present temptation of the stopwatch. The sea stretched out before them, its waves a soothing rhythm, as they stood together under the moon.

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