The first light of dawn creeps through Kou's apartment window, casting a soft golden glow over Akira Asai's sweat-slicked skin. Her messy black hair clings to her forehead, her amber eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and lingering desire. Her voluptuous figure—full breasts, rounded hips—sprawls across the bed, her school uniform long discarded, leaving her bare except for the faint sheen of their combined fluids on her thighs. Kou lies beside her, his dark hair disheveled, blue eyes watching her with a mix of awe and hunger. Akira's chest heaves, her nipples still hard from their last round, but her snarky edge returns as she catches his stare. "What, still not done gawking, perv?" she mutters, her voice hoarse, a smirk tugging at her lips.
She rolls onto her side, propping herself on an elbow, her breasts swaying slightly, drawing Kou's gaze again. "Tch, predictable," she teases, but her hand trails down his chest, nails grazing his skin, stopping just above his hardening cock. The night has been a blur of raw, relentless sex—on the grass, against the wall, in the shower—but Akira's not ready to stop. Her disciplined life, her rigid routines, feel like a distant memory; with Kou, she's alive, her depression drowned out by the pulse of their connection. She leans in, kissing him slow and deep, her tongue teasing his, tasting the salt of their sweat. "You're not tapping out, are you?" she murmurs against his lips, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly.
Kou groans, "Akira…" his hips bucking into her grip. She smirks, loving the power she holds, her bluntness turning wicked. "That's what I thought," she says, pushing him onto his back and straddling his thighs. Her pussy, still slick with their cum, brushes against his cock, and she grinds slowly, teasing him, her breasts bouncing lightly. "Fuck, you're so hard already," she moans, her voice low and needy, her clit throbbing as she rubs against him. She lifts her hips, guiding his cock to her entrance, and sinks down, her tight pussy stretching around him. "Nngh, so good," she gasps, her walls clenching, the head of his cock nudging her cervix.
She rides him hard, her hips slamming down, her ass bouncing with each thrust. Her breasts jiggle, nipples grazing his chest as she leans forward, her moans loud and unfiltered. "Fuck me, Kou!" she demands, her snarky tone laced with desperation. His hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, guiding her rhythm. The bed creaks, the room filled with the wet slap of their bodies, her pussy squelching as she takes him deeper. "Oh, shit, right there!" she cries, her clit grinding against his pelvis, pleasure coiling tight in her core. She cums hard, her pussy spasming, juices dripping down his cock, and Kou follows, grunting, "Akira!" as he fills her again.
They barely pause. Akira slides off, her legs shaky, and pulls him to the floor, her back against the cool hardwood. "C'mere," she says, spreading her thighs, her pussy glistening. Kou kneels between her legs, his cock still hard, and she hooks her ankles behind his back, pulling him in. He thrusts deep, her breasts bouncing wildly, and she moans, "Harder, idiot!" Her nails rake his back, leaving red marks, her hips rocking to meet his. The angle hits her g-spot, and she's loud, "Fuck, yes, Kou!" Her pussy clenches, another orgasm crashing through her, her body trembling as he cums, his hot seed spilling inside her.
In the bathroom, steam rises from the shower as Akira presses herself against the tiles, the water cascading over her curves. Kou's behind her, his hands on her hips, his cock sliding into her pussy from behind. "Mmm, you're insatiable," she moans, pushing back against him, her breasts pressed against the wall, nipples scraping the cold surface. The water slicks their bodies, amplifying the wet sounds of their fucking. "Don't stop," she gasps, her voice echoing, her pussy tightening as he pounds into her, his balls slapping her clit. She cums again, screaming, "Kou!" her legs nearly giving out, and he follows, his cum mixing with the water.
They move to the kitchen, Akira bent over the counter, her ass in the air. Kou spreads her cheeks, his tongue teasing her asshole before sliding into her pussy, lapping at her dripping folds. "Fuck, that's—nngh!" she moans, her hands gripping the counter, her breasts swaying. He stands, thrusting into her, his cock hitting deep, and she's vocal, "Pound my pussy, Kou!" Her body shakes, her clit throbbing as he rubs it, and she cums, her juices soaking the floor. Kou groans, cumming inside her, his cock pulsing, their breaths ragged.
On the couch, Akira straddles him again, her pussy swallowing his cock as she rides, her breasts bouncing in his face. "Suck them," she demands, and he does, his mouth latching onto a nipple, teeth grazing. "Mmm, yeah," she moans, her hips grinding, her pussy clenching tight. She cums twice, her cries filling the room, and Kou spills inside her, his hands gripping her ass. They collapse, tangled together, but Akira's amber eyes still burn, her snarky smile promising more. "You're keeping up, barely," she teases, her voice raw, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Akira's bluntness fuels her dirty talk, "Fuck my cunt, Kou, make it hurt!" Her breasts jiggle, her ass bounces, her pussy drips. Each orgasm leaves her trembling, but she keeps going, her guardian instincts now a fierce need to claim him. Kou matches her, his naivety replaced by raw hunger.