Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5[b] Taking’s Mio’s P*ssy Again [vaginal, MF]

The air hung heavy with the musky scent of their earlier passion, a lingering heat that clung to the room like a second skin. Hayao’s mind churned, restless and insatiable, his need to dominate Mio surging anew despite the sweat still cooling on his body. His arm coiled tighter around her, possessive and unyielding, his fingers sinking into the soft, pillowy flesh of her breasts. They yielded beneath his touch, warm and pliant, a perfect contrast to the hard lines of his own frame. Mio’s tanned skin shimmered with perspiration, her curves pressed flush against him on the worn leather couch, her platinum hair cascading over his shoulder like a silvery waterfall.

“You’re so hot, Mio,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell as he guided her hand to his semi-erect cock. It twitched under her touch, still slick from their previous encounter, a testament to their unrelenting desire. “Stroke me.”

Mio’s hazel eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing in their depths, but she obeyed without hesitation. Her slender fingers encircled his shaft, tentative at first, then growing bolder as she began to stroke him slowly. 

“Like this, Hayao?” she asked, her voice soft and trembling, a blush blooming across her tanned cheeks as she tilted her face toward his.

Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was all hunger and heat, tongues clashing with a fervor that spoke of need rather than tenderness. Hayao’s hand kneaded her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, coaxing a muffled moan from her throat that vibrated against his mouth. Mio’s strokes quickened, her hand gliding smoothly along his hardening length, fingers tightening at the base before her thumb traced teasing circles around the sensitive tip. The wet, rhythmic sound of her handjob filled the space between them, blending with their ragged breaths, while the city lights beyond the window cast a dim, ethereal glow over their entwined forms.

Hayao pulled back from the kiss, his chest heaving, eyes dark and molten with lust. “Sit back and spread your legs again, Mio,” he ordered, his tone low and commanding, brooking no dissent.

Mio eased herself back against the cushions, her breath catching in her throat. “Are you… gonna go down on me again, Hayao?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her cheeks glowing with a deeper flush as shyness warred with anticipation.

He smirked, a predatory edge to the curve of his lips as he shook his head. “Not this time. Grab your ankles and hold your legs wide.”

Her heart thudded against her ribcage, a wild drumbeat of nerves and desire, but she complied. Reclining fully, she lifted her long, muscular legs, grasping her ankles and pulling them apart until her glistening pussy was bared to him completely. Her thighs quivered, the effort of holding the spread-eagled pose accentuating her toned physique, yet her eyes darted away, a flush of embarrassment coloring her tanned skin as her hands trembled slightly.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” Hayao growled, his voice thick with approval as he knelt between her legs. 

His cock stood rigid and throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He teased her entrance, dragging the head along her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that made her whimper, her hips twitching involuntarily. Then, with a measured thrust, he pushed inside her, savoring the tight, wet heat of her pussy as it enveloped him inch by inch.

Mio’s breath hitched, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that bordered on reverence. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as he filled her, stretching her walls, the sensation both familiar and electrifying. Hayao moved with purpose, his thrusts slow and deep, each one striking her G-spot with precision. Her moans escalated, raw and unrestrained, her large breasts bouncing with the rhythm of his hips. 

“You feel so fucking good, Mio,” he grunted, his hands clamping onto her hips, pulling her onto him with every stroke, her pussy clenching around his cock in a desperate bid to hold him closer.

The need to claim her, to mark her as his, surged within him—a primal urge that drowned out all reason. He leaned forward, burying his face in the lush valley of her breasts, their softness enveloping him as he inhaled her scent, a heady mix of sweat and arousal. His lips closed around a nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak.

 “Your tits are fucking incredible, Mio. You should be proud of them,” he rasped against her skin, his breath hot and ragged, his words muffled as he worshipped her flesh.

Mio gasped, her back arching to press her breasts further into his face, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to her core. 

“Hayao, oh God ¡Dios mío, se siente tan bien!” she whimpered, her voice trembling with ecstasy, her pussy tightening around him as his thrusts grew more insistent. He switched to her other breast, lavishing it with equal attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, drawing a sharp cry from her lips that echoed through the room.

Her hands clung to her ankles, knuckles whitening as she held herself open, her body rocking with each powerful thrust. Hayao’s hands roamed her curves, squeezing her breasts, tracing the dip of her waist, his desire to possess her utterly consuming him. “I need to cum inside you, Mio,” he growled, his voice a guttural snarl, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency, the wet slap of their bodies colliding filling the air.

Mio’s eyes widened, a flicker of alarm cutting through the haze of pleasure. “But, Hayao… I’m not on anything,” she whispered, her voice faltering, her tanned cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson. “What if I get pregnant?”

Hayao’s gaze darkened, his grip on her hips tightening until his fingers dug into her flesh. “I don’t care, Mio. I have to cum inside you,” he said, his tone resolute, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that left no room for negotiation.

Her heart raced, a tumult of fear and longing swirling within her. “Do you really have to?” she asked hesitantly, her voice small and shaky, her hazel eyes searching his for some semblance of reassurance.

“Yes, Mio. I really have to,” he replied, his words clipped and final, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that dared her to challenge him.

She bit her lip, her mind wrestling with the implications, but the heat of his body, the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, and the overwhelming pleasure clouding her senses tipped the scales. 

“Okay, Hayao… if you say so,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, a faint nod sealing her surrender.

Hayao’s smirk widened, a flash of triumph in his eyes as he redoubled his efforts. His thrusts became brutal, each one driving deeper, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. 

“That’s my girl,” he grunted, his hands sliding beneath her firm ass, lifting her hips to meet his onslaught, his cock plunging into her with a force that shook her entire frame.

Mio’s moans crescendoed, her body trembling beneath him, her breasts jiggling wildly as she surrendered to the sensation. Her pussy clenched around him, her arousal spiraling toward a peak she couldn’t resist. 

“Hayao, I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her legs shaking as she struggled to maintain her grip on her ankles.

“Cum for me, Mio,” he commanded, his voice rough and commanding, his cock slamming into her with abandon, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. “Cum all over my cock.”

Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up. Mio’s orgasm erupted, a tidal wave of pleasure that ripped a primal scream from her throat. Her pussy pulsed around him, her juices flooding over his shaft, and in a surge of instinct, her long, powerful legs snapped shut around his waist. She pulled him deeper, her thighs clamping tight, locking him inside her as she rode the crest of her climax. 

“¡Me vengo, Hayao!” she cried, her arms flying up to wrap around his head, crushing his face against her breasts as she shuddered beneath him. “Mi amor!”

The suffocating softness of her chest, the vise-like grip of her legs, and the spasming heat of her pussy sent Hayao hurtling over the edge. With a guttural groan, he thrust one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock erupted, pumping thick spurts of cum deep inside her. “Fuck, Mio,” he moaned, his voice muffled against her breasts, his hips jerking as he filled her, the warmth of his seed spreading through her core.

Mio’s legs tightened further, her muscles flexing as she held him captive, her own orgasm stretching on, wave after wave crashing through her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing his face harder against her chest, her nipples grazing his cheeks as she trembled with aftershocks. Hayao’s cock throbbed within her, each pulse of his release intensifying their connection, a raw, visceral bond forged in the heat of the moment.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, Hayao’s cock still nestled inside her as their breathing slowed. He withdrew slowly, a trail of cum leaking from her swollen pussy, making her wince softly. Mio’s hands flew to her face, covering her eyes, a rush of embarrassment washing over her. 

“Don’t look at me, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice small and fragile, her tanned cheeks burning with a shy flush.

Hayao pried her hands away, his lips brushing her forehead in a gesture that was equal parts possessive and tender. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Mio,” he said, his tone smug, his smirk betraying the satisfaction of conquest. “You took it all so well.”

She peeked at him through her fingers, a tentative smile tugging at her lips. “I… I can’t believe you came inside me,” she murmured, her voice trembling, her eyes darting away as she grappled with the reality of it. “What if I’m pregnant, Hayao?”

He shrugged, his expression nonchalant, though a glint of pride flickered in his eyes. “If it happens, it happens. Guess, I’ll be drinking new mommy milk.”

The woman’s mind filtered out some of his words. Mio’s smile grew, a mix of vulnerability and warmth softening her features. “I… I wouldn’t mind if it’s yours, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice tender, her tanned cheeks glowing as she looked away, her confession hanging between them like a delicate thread.

Hayao’s smirk softened, his arm tightening around her. “Good girl,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead, his dominance tempered by a fleeting trace of affection.

They lay there for a while, the silence punctuated only by the distant hum of the city beyond the window, their bodies still entwined in the fading glow of their passion. But soon, Hayao stirred, disentangling himself from her embrace, his mind already shifting gears. He stood, reaching for his scattered clothes, pulling on his pants and shirt with a practiced efficiency that belied the intensity of what had just transpired.

Mio watched him, her heart sinking, a pang of disappointment piercing through the haze of contentment. “Are you… leaving already, Hayao?” she asked, her voice small and tinged with longing, her tanned cheeks paling slightly as she sat up.

Hayao glanced at her, his expression neutral, though a shadow of regret flickered in his eyes. “Yeah, I have to. I still live with my family—my mom’s expecting me home,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact, buttoning his shirt with steady hands.

Her chest tightened, the hope of a lingering closeness slipping away. “Oh… okay,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes dropping to her lap as she tugged the edge of a cushion over her thighs.

He finished dressing, then leaned down, cupping her cheek to tilt her face up. His lips brushed her forehead one last time, a final claim staked in that fleeting touch. “I’ll see you soon, Mio,” he said, his voice low and firm, his thumb stroking her skin. “Be good for me.”

She nodded, her smile faint and wistful, her tanned cheeks still flushed with the remnants of their intimacy. “Okay, Hayao. See you soon,” she whispered, her voice trembling with unspoken emotion, her heart heavy as she watched him walk away.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Mio alone on the couch, her body still humming from their encounter, her mind a whirlwind of desire, fear, and a quiet, aching yearning for something more.

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