Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H068 Meshi Family: The Lascivious Academy President

H068 Meshi Family: The Lascivious Academy President

Takeha, without apparent shame, lifted her room dress to reveal crimson panties. …No, not entirely without shame—she’s slightly flushed, a bit embarrassed. It might be an act to arouse me, though.

Turning around, she presented her enticing buttocks, wrapped in thin red fabric, and slid the crotch aside to expose her core. Her glistening labia, visible between her thighs, looked deliciously tempting.

Tamami and Tamayo gripped my rigid, throbbing cock from either side, lifting it toward Takeha’s vagina.

Her glossy lips enveloped my tip. Ngh, hau, it’s devouring me!

Takeha’s tight vagina clamped my shaft firmly, squeezing it with her walls, giving me the same intense sensation as my first time with Runa or Youko.

Unlike their first times, Takeha felt no pain; her walls writhed, drawing my thick cock deeper. Her lips moved like they were nibbling a frankfurter. Uku, it feels so good.

“Ah, ha, haa.”

Takeha slowly consumed my mushroom. Facing away, I couldn’t see her expression, but her voice sounded delectable. Her face must be melting with pleasure.

Her vaginal walls, soft and wriggling, caressed my son, sliding down to the base as she lowered herself.

“Ah, fu, uau.”

The pleasure made my voice leak out.

Finally, Takeha sat fully on my hips. Wrapped tightly yet gently from base to tip, I felt like I could ascend to heaven.

“N, fuu, so robust…”

Takeha moved her hips slowly, circling them. Her writhing walls stroked my sensitive organ directly, her folds coiling around me, threatening to make me come even without movement.

“Nfuu.”

“Nkuchu.”

Tamami and Tamayo latched onto my nipples. I leaned back on the sofa, lightly holding their shoulders over their gowns, my cock savored by Takeha’s lower mouth, feeling like I was in paradise.

Takemi, watching her daughters and sister, sat on the armrest of the opposite sofa, legs crossed, elegantly sipping a drink. …Elegant? One hand was kneading her breast over her dress.

I had no leisure to enjoy Takemi’s display. With two beautiful girls teasing my nipples and a stunning woman gripping my cock, my arousal surged.

Takeha’s hip movements were minimal, but her writhing folds were incredible. Even without motion, her vagina alone could make me come.

As I thought this, my cock neared its limit. My balls churned, pumping seed through my ducts. Despite resisting, the semen surged outward.

“Nguu, I’m coming!”

Dobyu, dobyu, dobyu, dobyu, dobyu.

“Aaaan!”

Takeha arched, trembling, her back alluring even through her dress, not torn or revealing.

Her soft walls continued caressing my pulsing cock, milking my seed endlessly into her body.

But I can’t produce semen infinitely, and the ejaculation eventually stopped. As if waiting, Takeha leaned back, resting against me.

I released Tamami and Tamayo, who lifted their heads from my chest, and I held Takeha’s mature body.

Her glossy hair tickled my nose. Such a nice scent.

“N, haa, Akira-san, that felt so good.”

Takeha turned to look at me.

“It was amazing for me too. But the real show starts now, right?”

“You can keep going?”

“One round’s not enough, right?”

I smiled, lifted my head, and kissed Takeha, grabbing and kneading her breasts over her dress. Haa, women’s breasts are so soft and delightful.

“Nfu, nn.”

Takeha’s vagina tightened. Haun, so good. Ku, I’m the one being pleasured too much.

Bracing my feet, I pressed against the sofa and lifted my hips.

“Nn, an.”

It was a tough position, but I thrust up and down. Her walls, wrapping my thick cock, moved with me, adding friction to their writhing, making my son rejoice.

Takeha moaned seductively, seemingly feeling it more intensely.

I kneaded her breasts while thrusting. Gusho, gusho—lewd wet sounds burst from our union.

“Auntie, so naughty.”

“You made that face too, Tamayo.”

Tamami and Tamayo had moved to the carpet, gowns open, fingering each other while watching our mating. Their yuri-like display made my cannon roar louder.

“An, an, an, an.”

Takeha, held by me, moaned lewdly. Her writhing folds heightened my pleasure.

“Ku, ah, au, I’m coming!”

Byufo!

Dobyukku, dobyukku, dobyukku.

“Naaaaaaa!”

I stopped thrusting as I came, but Takeha’s walls writhed fiercely. Hau, ah, I’m being milked!

“U, kuu, Takeha-san, feels so good.”

“Ah, ah, yours feels so good…”

I held Takeha, leaning back on the sofa, drunk on pleasure. Kissing her again, our tongues entwined. Her upper mouth was as greedy as her lower, sucking my saliva.

As I savored her lips, my ejaculation stopped. I’d need to reload for the next. I parted from her lips and sat up. She stood, still in my arms.

Spreading her legs slightly, firmly on the carpet, I gripped her breasts and thrust.

“An, an, an, an.”

My fiercer pistoning made Takeha writhe and moan louder, her vagina tightening. Her sweat-soaked dress clung to her, an utterly lascivious sight.

Glancing up, I saw her sultry figure in the window’s reflection, moaning as I thrust, her full breasts shifting under my grip, lewd despite her clothes.

With her dress fallen, our union was hidden, but imagining my cock sliding in her lascivious vagina fueled my excitement.

“An, a, an, a, an, a, a.”

Takeha’s moans grew rapid and intense. Her vagina tightened further, gripping my cock. Kufu, my third limit was near.

“Aaaaaaa!”

Before my third, Takeha trembled, her walls spasming with her writhing, making me unable to hold back.

“Naaaaaaa!”

Byushurururururu!

Dokkun, dokkun, dokkun, dokkun, dokkun.

“Ah, ah, aaaa…”

Takeha’s body went limp, her face melted in ecstasy. Yet her vagina kept wriggling, milking my thick cock. Hauu, so good.

But I couldn’t stop here. I had to see her real, beautiful form, not just her reflection.

Before my ejaculation ended, I lifted her dress. She raised her arms, helping me strip it off.

Removing the dress revealed her shapely breasts in a crimson bra, maybe a bit larger than Youko’s.

I unhooked and removed her bra. Her panties could stay—pulling out of her delightful honeypot would be a waste.

Slipping my arms from my gown, now naked, I hooked my arms under Takeha’s legs and lifted her.

“Ahan!”

Her body sank, my cock piercing her depths. My ejaculation had stopped, but her vagina kept writhing to milk more.

Standing, I lifted and lowered her body.

“An!”

She moaned like a girl. I continued lifting and dropping her, maintaining a standing rear position, moving to the room’s center as Tamami and Tamayo made space.

In the square of sofas, with her reflection fueling my arousal, I ravaged her.

“An, an, an, an.”

Her legs, once closed, now spread, loosening her grip slightly. Still, her wriggling folds caressed my shaft delightfully, almost better than when tighter.

Her soft breasts jiggled enticingly with each thrust. Seeing them in the glass, I wanted to knead them but couldn’t while holding her, making my rod harder.

“Ku, ah, Takeha-san, I’m coming!”

“Aa, me too, ah, coming!”

Dobyukun! Dokku, dokku, dokku, dokku.

Pushwaaaaaaa!

As I released my fourth load inside, a clear liquid arced from Takeha’s groin, glinting beautifully and lewdly in the light.