Chapter 224 - 223 : Pissy

Chapter 224: Chapter 223 : Pissy

The filthy kiss finally broke.

Both of them were breathing hard, lips shiny with saliva, a thin strand of it still connecting their lower lips before it snapped. Haruto pulled back slightly, his chest heaving, his thick cock still rock-hard and pressed against Jennifer’s soft stomach.

Jennifer didn’t waste any time. She pushed him gently but firmly onto his back on the futon, then climbed over him. She straddled his chest, her heavy breasts hanging forward, nipples stiff and dark. She lay down fully on top of him, her body covering his completely, her face pressed into the side of his neck.

Haruto’s arms wrapped around her waist immediately, pulling her closer.

For a long moment they just lay there, skin to skin, the morning light painting their naked bodies in soft gold. Jennifer’s heavy breasts squished softly against his chest. Her soft belly rested on his stomach. Her thick thighs pressed against his hips. The warmth of their bodies filled the small space between them.

Then Jennifer lifted her head slightly and spoke, her voice low and seductive.

"I love your cock inside me... but right now I want you to touch me first."

Haruto’s hands moved slowly. He cupped one of her heavy breasts fully in his palm. His entire hand sank into the soft, warm flesh. He squeezed gently, feeling how perfectly it filled his hand, then slowly shifted to the other breast. He squeezed that one too, his thumb brushing over her stiff nipple.

Jennifer moaned softly, her eyes half-lidded.

"My boobs... they are so beautiful, right?"

Haruto didn’t answer with words. He simply pulled her face toward the other breast and opened his mouth. His tongue first licked her stiff nipple slowly, tasting the salt of her skin. Then he took the whole breast into his mouth and began to suck gently. While he sucked, his fingers continued to knead the other breast, pinching and twisting her nipple.

Jennifer’s back arched. A soft, lustful moan escaped her throat.

"Ahh... Haruto-kun... yes... bite it... bite my breast..."

Haruto did as she asked. He sucked harder, then gently bit down on the soft flesh of her breast, the nipple still trapped between his teeth. He bit lightly at first, then a little harder, feeling the warmth of her skin and the way she trembled beneath him.

The sunlight continued to shine through the curtains, painting their tangled naked bodies in golden stripes while Haruto continued to suck and bite her breast, and Jennifer moaned quietly, completely lost in the pleasure.

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**Haruto’s lips were still swollen and shiny with saliva** when he slowly pulled back from Jennifer’s breast and climbed off her body. The morning light painted the futon in warm gold stripes as he lay down beside her, his thick cock still rock-hard and resting against his stomach.

He turned his head toward her and whispered directly into her ear, his voice low and rough with lust.

"I want to drink your pissy."

Jennifer let out a soft, satisfied laugh right against his cheek. Her breath was warm and teasing.

"You surely love my pissy, don’t you?"

"Yes," Haruto answered, his cock twitching hard. "I love the flavour of your pissy. The sweet body of yours."

Jennifer’s eyes sparkled with dark pleasure. She climbed higher over his face, straddling his chest, and slowly lowered herself until her clit was hovering just above his mouth. She made sure her pussy never touched his lips or face — only her clit and the soft folds around it were nearly allowed to brush his mouth.

Haruto got the perfect, intimate view.

Her pussy was sticky and glistening. The outer lips were plump and slightly parted, revealing the inner folds. Her clit was swollen and dark. Between her thighs, a thick layer of white, creamy pussy juice mixed with the last traces of his cum from earlier was visible. The strong, sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled the space between them.

"Are you ready, Haruto?" Jennifer whispered, her voice soft but dripping with lust. "I’m going to piss now."

Haruto opened his mouth wide, tongue out, eyes locked on her open pussy.

"I’m ready. Piss now inside my mouth."

Jennifer exhaled slowly.

The first warm, golden stream shot out of her pussy and directly into his open mouth. It was hot, thick, and powerful. The clear, slightly salty piss poured straight onto his tongue and down his throat in heavy, continuous waves. She kept pissing for a long time, her hips moving in tiny, controlled thrusts so that the stream hit the centre of his mouth. The warm liquid filled his throat, ran down his chin, and spilled over his lips in thick, golden rivers.

Haruto drank peacefully.

He swallowed every drop without hesitation, his throat working visibly, his eyes half-lidded in pure bliss. The taste was clean, warm, and intensely feminine — exactly what he loved. Jennifer moaned softly above him, clearly enjoying the way he took it all without a single protest.

She kept pissing until the very last drop, then slowly lifted her hips. The final stream landed on his tongue and he swallowed it down with a soft, satisfied hum.

The sunlight was now fully on, and the two of them remained tangled together, Jennifer still straddling his chest, her pussy dripping onto his face while Haruto drank every last drop of her hot piss.

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Dr. Misaki sat completely hidden in the dark cupboard under the kitchen sink, the small tablet in her hand glowing with the live camera feed from the bedroom. The red recording light was barely visible on the tiny device, making the whole setup look completely natural.

Haruto and Jennifer were still on the futon, completely naked, their bodies pressed together. Jennifer was straddling his chest, her heavy breasts hanging forward, her pussy still dripping from the powerful stream of piss she had just given him. The warm, golden morning light poured in through the open balcony door, painting every detail clearly.

Jennifer lifted her hips slowly, the last few drops of her piss landing on Haruto’s tongue and running down his chin. She moaned softly, clearly satisfied, and then lowered herself again, letting him drink every single drop she had to give.

The moment the final drop disappeared, the camera feed showed Haruto’s cock was now fully hard again — thick, heavy, and throbbing visibly against his stomach.

Dr. Misaki’s breath caught.

The sight of the naked boy drinking his neighbour’s hot piss while his cock stayed rock-hard made something deep inside her body ignite.

She leaned back in the cramped cupboard, her breathing becoming heavier, her hand slipping under her skirt without thinking.

Her pussy was already soaked. The thin white panties she had earlier were now pushed aside. Her fingers slid down immediately.

She rubbed her clit slowly at first, then faster. The swollen, pinkish folds felt warm and slightly hairy under her fingers. The small, soft pubic hair around her entrance was coated with her own sticky arousal, making the skin glide smoothly. The contrast was perfect — her pussy was mature, aged, and deeply fuckable, with a thick layer of natural wetness that felt sacred and dangerous at the same time.

She rubbed faster, two fingers sliding through her slick folds, coating herself completely with her own sticky juices. The wet, obscene sound of her fingers moving in the quiet cupboard was the only sound she could hear besides the soft moans coming from the tablet.

On the screen, Haruto was still drinking Jennifer’s last few drops, his cock now standing straight up, the head glistening, the veins pulsing clearly.

Misaki’s fingers moved faster. The sticky arousal from her own pussy made everything even wetter and more slippery. She rubbed her clit in tight circles, her thighs trembling slightly, her heavy breasts rising and falling under the loose blouse.

The red light on the tablet kept pulsing softly.

Haruto and Jennifer remained tangled together on the futon, completely naked, while Dr. Misaki — his mother’s friend, a respected psychiatrist — sat hidden in the cupboard, completely lost in the obscene sight of the boy drinking another woman’s piss while her own hand rubbed her perfectly fuckable pussy at maximum speed.

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Dr. Misaki’s hidden breathing finally broke.

She had been watching Haruto drink Jennifer’s hot piss while her own fingers moved faster and faster through her soaked pussy. The combination of the obscene scene on the tablet and the intense pleasure building inside her made her completely lose control.

Her thighs suddenly trembled violently.

"Ahhh... fuck..."

A sharp, powerful orgasm exploded through her body.

Her pussy clenched hard, then squirted in a violent, uncontrollable jet straight into the dark cupboard under the sink.

The hot, sticky squirt hit the wooden shelf beneath her with a loud, wet splash. The fluid sprayed out in strong arcs, soaking the small mat she had brought with her, dripping down the back of her skirt, and splashing heavily against the cupboard door. The pungent, musky scent of her arousal filled the cramped, dark space instantly.

Jennifer’s squirt kept coming — powerful, messy, and endless — until her thighs were shaking and her whole body was trembling. The warm liquid ran down the inside of her thighs, soaked her skirt, and created a small puddle on the floor of the cupboard.

Only then did she finally stop.

The red light on the tablet pulsed steadily while she lay there, completely soaked with her own squirt.

Her white panties and skirt were now dark and heavy with wetness. The fabric clung to her skin, the crotch area forming a clear, dripping patch. Her heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly under the loose blouse. Her pussy was still twitching, the soft folds glistening with her own juices mixed with the fresh squirt.

She stayed exactly where she was — hidden in the cupboard under the kitchen sink, completely soaked with her own squirt, unable to take a bath because Jennifer and Haruto were still in the bedroom.

And Dr. Misaki, the respected psychiatrist who had come to help, sat in the dark, dripping wet, while she watched their intimate moments on the futon and felt the deepest, most forbidden orgasm of her life.