Kaito sat straddling Mizuki's lap backward, his massive eight-inch cock rock-hard and throbbing against the warm skin of her thighs. The thick shaft pulsed visibly with every heartbeat, the fat head shiny and swollen, veins standing out like ropes under the skin. His heavy balls hung full and tight, the soft skin glistening, the neat patch of dark pubic hair matted with dried cum from earlier. The room was thick with the smell of sex, his own leftover release, and now something hotter—her.
Mizuki's hands moved.
She reached around his front, her fingers finding the tiny clasp of the micro bikini top at his back. With a quick, practiced flick, she unhooked it.
The bra fell away.
For a moment, nothing but air touched his back.
Then her bare, heavy breasts pressed against him—soft, warm, overwhelming.
Her massive tits—each one easily the size of his head—molded perfectly to his spine. The bare, hard nipples dug into his skin like small, burning pebbles. They were dark pink, stiff as diamonds. Every tiny shift of her body made those hard nipples drag and rub across his back, leaving hot, electric trails of sensation. The softness of her breasts was pure plush heaven—pillowy, heavy, smothering his skin in warm, yielding flesh. The sensation was overwhelming. Kaito's cock jumped violently in her hand, swelling even thicker, the head smearing a fresh streak of precum all over his abs. It felt like fire and ice at the same time—her soft boobs crushing him, her hard nipples scratching and stroking his skin with every breath.
"Fuuuuck…" he groaned, voice hoarse.
Mizuki's hand never stopped stroking his cock. Her fingers wrapped tighter around the thick shaft, skin silky and hot. She rubbed up and down the entire length—slow at first, then faster—feeling the veins throb under her palm. The wet, obscene sounds of her hand sliding over his precum-slicked dick filled the room: schlick… schlick… schlick… loud enough to match the porn on the screen.
Hiroshi was still pounding Miya deep. The camera stayed locked on her pussy—the puffy, swollen lips gripping his thick cock, inner folds fluttering visibly, white sticky arousal mixed with his precum pouring out in thick, creamy rivers every time he pulled back. Miya's moans echoed through the speakers—wet, desperate, raw: "Aaaahh! Harder! Fuck my pussy so deep! I'm gonna cum on your cock!"
Kaito's head fell back against Mizuki's shoulder.
She leaned in. Her lips moved from his neck to his lips.
She kissed him.
Soft at first—warm, gentle presses of her soft lips against his. Then greedy. Hungry. She tilted her head, parted her lips, and pushed her tongue inside his mouth in one smooth, wet stroke. Kaito's lips parted automatically. He kissed her back—hungry, desperate, tongues sliding together. Their mouths were open, filled with each other's saliva. Wet, messy, greedy sounds filled the space between them: smooch… smooch… smooch… long, sloppy kisses where their tongues tangled, licking, sucking, sharing spit. Mizuki's saliva was hot and sweet, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth while her hand kept stroking his cock faster now, the wet schlicks mixing with the loud moans from the laptop.
Her massive bare breasts squished harder against his back, the hard nipples dragging and rubbing his spine with every kiss. The plush softness was everywhere—her tits pressing down on his shoulders, her hips grinding softly against his ass through the micro bikini bottom. The thin fabric was stretched tight between her thighs, outlining her pussy lips, the material growing slightly damp from her own arousal.
Kaito's cock throbbed harder in her grip. The pleasure was insane—her soft, warm boobs smothering him, her hard nipples scratching his back, her greedy tongue in his mouth, and her hand jerking his massive dick with perfect, slippery strokes. His balls tightened, drawing up close to his body. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing his cock deeper into her fist.
On the screen, Hiroshi slammed into Miya again and again. Her pussy stretched wide around his cock, the puffy folds gripping him, creamy cum and her own wetness squirting out with every thrust. Miya's tits bounced wildly, her mouth open in a loud, broken moan: "I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard on your cock!"
Kaito's cock jerked in Mizuki's hand. The veins stood out. The head swelled purple, leaking more precum that she smeared all over the shaft with her fingers. Her saliva from the deep kiss still glistened on his lips and chin.
Mizuki kept kissing him—greedy, wet kisses filled with more saliva, their tongues swirling together, her breath hot and heavy against his mouth. Her massive breasts pressed down harder, the hard nipples leaving red marks on his back as they rubbed. Her hand never slowed—fast, tight strokes on his throbbing cock, the wet sounds loud and filthy.
The porn kept going—moaning, fucking, creampie close-ups.
And between the wet smooching of their mouths, the slapping of her hand on his cock, and the overwhelming warmth of her soft, bare tits smothering his back, Kaito was completely lost.
He was sitting on his aunt's lap.
A naked, huge-breasted aunt was kissing him deeply, filling his mouth with her saliva, sucking his neck earlier, and jerking his massive cock while he watched raw Japanese porn.
His cock pulsed harder.
His hips bucked again.
And the lesson was only getting filthier by the second.