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After the ultimate joy, a massive exhaustion hit. I slowly withdrew from her still-tight, warm, and twitching body, burying my head in her soft, plump breasts—which still held a scent of sweat and milk—panting heavily as I rested. Himeko also seemed to have used up all her strength, her body still twitching slightly and her breathing hurried, but she still lifted a trembling hand and, with a tender movement, gently stroked my head like she was soothing a hero who had just returned from battle.
After resting for a bit between her plump breasts—which were like the highest quality cushions—feeling the incredible softness and her leveling heartbeat, I slowly propped myself up. Looking over, Himeko was lying on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other unconsciously playing with her fire-red hair scattered on the pillow. Her cheeks were still flushed with a moist glow, and those hazy amber eyes were misted, looking at me unblinkingly, seemingly still containing the lingering aura of her climax... and even a hint of lingering longing?
Looking at her—so lazy and charming, seemingly in quite good shape—and thinking of her drunken words about loneliness and regret, I felt another surge of heat. The alcohol and the first experience seemed to have flipped a switch in her body, making her more bold and demanding. Since that's the case... let her be completely satisfied for once!
I made up my mind and leaned down again, reigniting the flame between us with a deep kiss. This time, without the trial of a first time or the worry of pain, we were both more open and proactive. We were like two greedy beasts, untiringly exploring each other's bodies. We tried various positions—from the most primitive face-to-face to her shyly straddling me, clumsily swaying her hips, to me slinging her long, white legs over my shoulders for the deepest collisions... every position brought new stimulation and unparalleled pleasure. During each round I returned to kissing her deeply, our tongues tangling for minutes at a time while I thrust slowly or hard, savoring her moans vibrating into my mouth.
Perhaps wanting to please me more fully, or wanting to make up for her lack of experience, Himeko even proactively tried to use her staggering fullness to give me a "titjob." She worked to join her breasts, sandwiching my heat with the plump, soft flesh; the warm, delicate, and elastic sensation indeed brought an ultimate, melodious friction pleasure different from the passage. She even gathered the courage to lean down and try a "blowjob."
However, as I expected, while Himeko looked mature and sexy, she was indeed not skilled in these techniques. Her movements carried a serious, post-theoretical-learning clumsiness; her tongue licked awkwardly, and she occasionally bumped me with her teeth. That lack of mastery, paired with her face flushed from shame, actually made me feel... ticklish? Several times I nearly laughed out loud, having to quickly cover my mouth for fear she would find out and be discouraged in her rare proactivity and passion.
But it was that clumsiness and seriousness—that heart trying to please me—that moved me more and made me cherish her more. The loneliness and longing she had accumulated over all those years seemed to find a complete release this night through this clumsy but sincere dedication. This night, we seemed to forget time, forget everything, leaving only each other and the most primitive desires. I added new extended scenes: a long slow missionary round with constant deep kissing and nipple sucking, a doggy-style round where I pulled her hair gently while kissing her neck and shoulders, and a final intense cowgirl where she rode me while we kissed passionately until mutual climax with massive creampie overflow.
I don't know how long the fierce battle continued, but finally, when I once again discharged hot semen into her warm, moist womb, Himeko also reached her last and most thorough climax of the night, her body convulsing and letting out satisfied, broken moans. This time, we were truly drained of every last bit of strength. I collapsed on her soft body, unable to even lift a finger. Himeko was also limp, only instinctively reaching out to hold me tight. We lay like that, naked and closely embraced, sinking into a deep sleep amidst our heavy breathing and the scent of sweat.
In the morning, the harsh sunlight pierced through the gap in the hotel's luxurious curtains, landing on my eyelids. I frowned, somewhat uncomfortably turning over; the memories of the frantic night flooded my mind, and my body felt a sense of soreness from the excessive lovemaking. Beside me, the movement seemed to disturb Himeko; she let out a lazy whimper and slowly opened her eyes.
She sat up, her head seemingly still heavy from yesterday's hangover. She instinctively rubbed her temples and shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Her fire-red hair was a bit messy from the night's tangle, a few strands stuck to her smooth forehead and cheeks. She casually combed it with her fingers, then turned and saw me—also just awake. Her lips habitually curled into a gentle smile, her voice carrying a morning rasp: "Morning, Trailblazer."
However, the moment the words left her mouth, she seemed to feel something was wrong. The cool morning air directly touched her skin, making her tremble. She instinctively looked down—