Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Date With Natsumi (3) [R-18]
We both separated our tongues, a thread of saliva connecting them. I continued to pound her as she looked at me with misty eyes.
"Nghh..." Natsumi moaned slightly. It wasn't purely from pleasure; there was a hint of embarrassment in her moans. Or perhaps she was finding pleasure in this, even though I wasn't directly touching her down there. Either way, it felt pretty damn good. Even though it was just intercrural, the pleasure was undeniable.
Finally, my hands, which were unbuttoning her uniform, had undone the first four buttons, causing her breasts to burst free from their constraints. She still had on her bra, a sexy light brown color. I lifted it up, setting her breasts free. They were sizable, jiggling seductively. I grabbed them to pin them in place, playing with her nipples.
"Hngg!"
Natsumi's moans grew more intense as I played with her breasts. I could feel her body responding to my touch, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment in her reactions.
"T-Tsubasa-kun..." she gasped, her misty eyes filled with a cocktail of desire and vulnerability.
I continued to grind against her, savoring the erotic dance of our bodies. The ferris wheel moved slowly, adding a subtle rhythm to our intimate encounter.
Her breath hitched as I intensified my movements, and I could tell she was on the brink of something.
"T-Tsubasa-kunnn!"
Suddenly, I felt her tense beneath my touch, and she let out a breathless cry. It was clear she had reached her peak, and the satisfaction in her eyes told me she enjoyed every moment of it.
As the ferris wheel continued its ascent, we began to slow down our fervent actions, catching our breath. Natsumi looked at me, her eyes still misty, but now with a playful glint.
"That was... unexpected," she whispered, a sly smile playing on her lips.
I grinned back, "Well, sometimes the best things are."
We continued, and this time, I focused on her breasts, feeling their warmth and softness beneath my touch. Natsumi's reactions told me that, despite any initial embarrassment, she was enjoying the experience. My fingers played with her nipples, eliciting more seductive moans from her.
"Tsubasa-kun, that feels so good," she moaned, her misty eyes now filled with raw desire.
Her hands gripped the wall of the ferris wheel cabin as I continued my sensual assault. I reveled in the warmth and softness of her breasts, and her responses were like music to my ears.
My fingers played with her nipples, teasing and tantalizing. Each flick and caress drew out more intense moans from Natsumi. The rhythmic grind of our bodies synced with the slow movements of the ferris wheel, creating an intimate dance in the enclosed space.
Her breathing became erratic, and I could sense she was approaching another peak. I intensified my movements, determined to push her over the edge once again.
"T-Tsubasa-kun, I'm..." she gasped, unable to complete her sentence as pleasure overwhelmed her.
I held onto her hips, providing support as she shuddered through her climax.
But even though she had reached her peak, I still wasn't satisfied, so I continued to move.
"T-Tsubasa-kun, time out," Natsumi said, looking at me with pleading eyes.
That only seemed to further arouse me, so I didn't stop.
"I-Idiot, I said ti-?!"
My desire heightened, and I continued moving, pressing Natsumi further into the wall until her breasts were squashed against the cold glass surface of the ferris wheel cabin. The sensation of the cool glass against her warm, sensitive skin seemed to add an extra layer of intensity to our encounter.
"T-Tsubasa-kun, I said... stop," she managed to gasp between breaths, her eyes pleading with a mix of ecstasy and desperation.
But my primal urges had taken over, and I couldn't resist the intoxicating dance we were engaged in. I kept grinding against her, the rhythmic friction generating more moans from Natsumi.
The glass fogged up with our heated passion, creating a hazy barrier between us and the outside world. Our reflections danced in the mist, mirroring the intimate intensity of the moment.
"Tsubasa-kun, please... I can't take it anymore," she whimpered, her resistance weakening.
"Just cum, Natsumi. You can cum as many times as you like. And look at your reflection in the glass while you're cumming. I swear to you, it will surprise you."
Natsumi reached her climax, and I felt her body shudder beneath me. Her moans echoed in the confined space of the ferris wheel cabin. Through the fogged-up glass, I watched as her reflection contorted in pleasure, her misty eyes meeting mine in the hazy mirror.
"Tsubasa-kun... What is this?" she gasped, her voice a mixture of disbelief and pleasure.
I continued my movements, maintaining the rhythm as she rode the waves of ecstasy. The reflection showed a side of Natsumi that was both vulnerable and sensually charged—a sight she hadn't anticipated.
As her climax subsided, her breaths heavy and labored, she stared at her reflection with a mixture of confusion and introspection. I could see the gears turning in her mind as she tried to reconcile the woman in the glass with the composed and serious Natsumi she knew.
"Tsubasa-kun, that... that couldn't have been me," she whispered, still catching her breath.
I grinned, still maintaining our intimate connection. "Oh, but it was, Natsumi. That's you, embracing your sensuality."
"S-Sensuality?"
"Yes. You've been born with sensuality. For me. You're sensually mine, Natsumi," I said.
"I-I am?"
She began to shudder again, like she was about to climax once more. Now, I knew Natsumi was an M. She still had an S-side, but the M was dominant in her. I knew the reason for that.
It wasn't just a whim or coincidence; it was a consequence of her life's circumstances.
Natsumi had lived her life in an almost isolated and strict environment, a world where everything she did was under constant scrutiny. Her every move was monitored, her actions judged, and expectations placed upon her. From an early age, she found solace in conformity, in being the perfect daughter and student.
But beneath that composed exterior was a desire to break free from the chains of expectation, to explore a side of herself that society deemed inappropriate. The controlled environment she grew up in fueled a deep-seated need for rebellion, for a taste of the forbidden.
Being dominated, even in the most intimate moments, was her way of relinquishing control. In those fleeting instances, she wasn't Natsumi, the well-behaved and disciplined girl; she was someone else, someone who reveled in the pleasures that were off-limits in her everyday life.
And because of that, as her boyfriend, I was ready to fulfill her desires.
"That's right. You are my slut. So let's have a lot of fun. Alright?"
And with those words, she squirted.
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