A low, husky growl rumbled in my throat, a primal expression of satisfaction. "Damn, it's awesome," I muttered, my words barely above a whisper. "No, damn, it's delicious. Really." The mere sight of her, of us, was enough to send my pulse racing once more, the blood rushing to my groin like a siren's call. I was already at my limit, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.
My voice, low and husky, cut through the silence. "Hey." Her response was a dazed, almost incoherent "Uh...?" but I didn't wait for her to gather her wits. My mind was already racing ahead, consumed by the endless possibilities of our passion. "This time, it's doggy style," I whispered, my words dripping with anticipation. "There are many positions I want to try."
With a newfound sense of urgency, I slid off the bed, my hands grasping for her legs as I pulled her towards me. I turned her body, positioning her for the rear-entry position, my heart pounding in my chest.
The sound of my semen dripping from her vagina was like music to my ears, a sweet serenade that only served to heighten my arousal. I grimaced, my fingers instinctively reaching for her vagina, my index finger sliding into her warmth to scoop out the semen.
Her response was immediate, a keening cry that shattered the air around us. "Ahhhhhhh! Ahhh!" Her voice was a symphony of pleasure and pain, a melodic expression of the sensations that threatened to consume us both.
As I cradled her in my arms, I adjusted her position multiple times, her body trembling on the brink of collapse. But it was in that moment, when the clear, glistening love juice flowed out, a testament to her unbridled arousal, that I stilled my hand. The absence of semen was a clear indication that she was ready, her body primed for the ultimate pleasure.
With a deep, ragged breath, I thrust my penis deep within her, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. Her eyes widened in surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she struggled to comprehend the sheer intensity of the sensation.
"Huh!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn't help but chuckle, a low, husky sound, as I shook my hips roughly, my member sinking deeper into her warm, inviting depths. "Damn," I muttered, my voice laced with regret. "I had no idea it could be this good... I've been missing out on so much."
But she was far from resistant, her hips moving in perfect sync with mine, our bodies undulating in a primal rhythm. We were two wild animals, unshackled and untamed, our senses consumed by the all-encompassing pursuit of pleasure. Reason and morality were distant memories, abandoned in the face of our unbridled passion.
The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, the sound echoing through the room like a symphony of desire. Creak! Creak! Creak! The rhythmic motion was almost hypnotic, drawing us deeper into the vortex of our own private world.
As I felt the familiar tug of my impending ejaculation, I reluctantly pulled out my member, the sensation leaving me breathless and wanting more. I flopped down onto the bed, my chest heaving with exertion, my eyes locked on hers.
"Get on top," I whispered, my voice low and husky with desire. "Move yourself."
For a moment, she hesitated, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. And then, with a soft nod, she whispered, "...Yes."
As Asahi's eyes fluttered, still dazed from the waves of pleasure that washed over her, she responded to my every command, her body moving in perfect sync with my instructions.
Her delicate hand wrapped around my throbbing member, guiding it towards her entrance with an air of desperation. Without a moment's hesitation, she began to move, her hips swaying in a sensual rhythm that left me breathless.
"Tell me, Asahi," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. "My member and your husband's... which one is bigger?"
Asahi's response was immediate, her words tumbling out in a gasp of pleasure as she rode me with abandon. "Ah! You, yours... Oh, your member! Yours is bigger!" Her voice was a sultry whisper, her words dripping with desire as she moved above me, utilizing even the bounce of the bed to drive me deeper into her.
As she gasped, her body arched above me, her hips moving in a frenzied rhythm that left us both panting. "Haah! Haaang! It feels good...! It's good!!" Her words were a sensual chant, her voice rising and falling with each thrust.
I smiled, my eyes locked on hers as I replied, "It looks like it." My words were a low, husky whisper, my voice dripping with desire as I watched her move above me.
Asahi's legs spread wider, as if to show off her body to me, the in-and-out motion of my penis vividly visible as she rode me with abandon. Her juices splashed, her large breasts jiggling with each thrust, the sight sending shivers down my spine.
In that moment, Asahi was Venus, the goddess of love, her body a temple of pleasure as she moved above me. Her eyes locked on mine, her voice a sultry whisper as she gasped, "Ah. I'm coming."
My response was immediate, my voice rising to meet hers as I thrust deeper into her. "Haaaaaaaaaang!" Our voices mingled, our bodies locked in a sensual dance as we reached the peak of our pleasure together.
As I slowly rose from the bed, the warmth of our entwined bodies dissipated, leaving behind a sense of languid satisfaction. The day had surrendered to the allure of dusk, casting a warm orange glow through the windows, while the bedroom lay in disarray, a testament to the unbridled passion that had consumed us.
Her body, still face down on the bed, trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, her vagina twitching as my semen flowed out, a gentle reminder of the intense intimacy we had shared. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Ah... it's good... so good."
I gazed down at my limp penis, its usual vigor now spent, exhausted from the relentless pursuit of pleasure. It had reached its limit, and no amount of coaxing would revive it now. Even the slightest touch would be met with a dull ache, a warning that it needed time to recover. I wouldn't be able to indulge in the sweet release of masturbation for a while, a temporary sacrifice I was willing to make.
"Phew... I'd love to lie down and sleep too, but..." I muttered to myself, the weight of responsibility slowly creeping back into my consciousness.
With a resigned sigh, I made my way out of the living room, the soft rustle of my clothes a gentle accompaniment to my movements. As I dressed, my fingers brushed against the familiar contours of my smartphone in my pants pocket. It was the same model I had in reality, a small but comforting reminder of the world beyond this space.
A spark of curiosity ignited within me as I gazed at the screen. "Maybe," I whispered, my eyes scanning the array of apps before settling on one in particular – the Dungeon & Desires App. A simple, yet provocative question stared back at me, the text a gentle prompt to consider my next move.
[Do you want to end your Desired Dungeon?]
I lingered for a moment, my hand hesitating over the smartphone before finally grasping it and retreating back to the bedroom. The dim light within seemed to envelop me in a sense of secrecy, as if the shadows themselves were conspiring to conceal my actions.
"It's a shame to leave without a memento," I whispered to myself, the words barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing.
With a sense of reverence, I raised the phone and snapped a photo of Asahi, her features softened by the haze of sleep.
The first shot captured the gentle curves of her face and the swell of her breasts, the image a poignant reminder of the intimacy we had shared.
I felt a thrill of excitement as I lifted one of her legs, exposing her private area to the lens, the photo a candid and unapologetic testament to our encounter. Finally, I took a full-body shot, the image a sweeping panorama of her entire form.
A sly smile spread across my face as I gazed at the photos, my mind wandering to the potential fallout if they were to be shared online. "If I were to upload these, it would create a sensation," I mused, the thought sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
Asahi's resemblance to the AV actress Mizuno Asahi was nothing short of remarkable, and I knew that if the photos were to surface, they would be the subject of intense speculation and debate. But I had no intention of sharing them with the world; these were my own private memories, a personal treasure trove of images that I would cherish forever.