[Lemon: Warning this chapter will be nothing but sexual content. For readers who wish to avoid sexual content please exit from this chapter, thank you]
~ Why not? ~
The crinkling of the mattress, sweet-sweet hypnotic pants fill the air—she can't get enough.
Indeed the alcohol will take effect in the morning, but usually the soccer-star wouldn't forget this. Now she's most certain, he'll make her forget with a white-haze of pleasure.
The singer trails up and captures her lips in a blind fog of desire. Her but devilish intention seem to fuel him somehow—he wants more than just her body but… her everything.
Grasping her thin hips he drives her forward; pressing her firmly against his waist, he feels her muscular legs locks around him tightly—there's no escape.
It seems nearly unbelievable—how can one woman do this to him? Drive him made with desire, force him to use willpower, shatter his walls of sultry to fall in love and give him more than he deserves. It's almost seems unjustified and delusional.
Suddenly he's knocked back into reality when his back presses against the covers—she straddles his waist with a sexy-smile, hips rocking over his uncomfortable area—his eyes stick to her breast as they bounce in a rhythm.
Grasping the back of her neck he pulls her lips down on his—roughly they explore each other's mouths—the singer busies himself with her bra, fiddling with the clip in the back.
Karin snickers when he's unable to undo the black-lace bra, "Need help with that?" she whispers into his ear like an enchanting song.
Sitting-up she reaches to the clips—hair flipped to the side to reveal her long silky neck as she unclasps the claws. The two straps slide down her shoulder slowly as the soccer-star peels off the support-system and drops it onto the floor.
His eyes widen for the sight of her two large perky breast—they looked better without the bra (shockingly). Toshiro leans forward and captures one of the breast in his hot-mouth—Karin mules for the spark of pleasure rushing from her chest and grinds her covered-womanhood against his inflamed member.
He grunts in delight while her delicate hand snakes down his shoulders and chest, into his pants rubbing against his member. "Fuck…" he groans as his hold on the nipple vanishes—his white-locks sway as he leans away from the woman and slings his head back in a pure-rush of bliss.
"Does that feel good?" she seductive whispers in his ear—the singer nods in a trance, when she stops he goes to complain only to find the vixen on her knee's pulling down his jeans.
"Karin, when did you become so naughty?" he purrs the lewd-word over his tongue once she re-connects with his solid member and removes his boxers. "Good heavens…" he sobs in pleasure once a hot entrance slides down his stabs and pumps rapidly.
The singer could see stars—never in a million years did he think this would happen with a woman like Karin. He's known her as the rough around the edges, boyish, aggressive and sporty—now she's something more complex: bold and daring, sexy and respectful, along with a hint of kinky in the mix.
As she pleasures him down-blow he reaches down and glades her soaked garments down her long legs, she kicks the boxer-like underwear to the floor and rolls her hips as licks up his staff with her pink-tongue.
A silent pop comes from her lips as she looks down at the large-penis in front of her—large, thick and pulsing. "That was…amazing," he pants.
Karin giggles innocently which drives him to flip her onto the bed, capture her lips and rub his pulsating muscle against her slick petals. She moans into his lips as her hands claw crescent-moons into his muscular back.
"P-Put it in," she pleads—Toshiro smirks as he leans over to the nightstand drawer and pulls out a lone condom—Karin sits up as he rips the package open with his teeth and slides the rubber over the standing muscle. "Mmm," she hums once he inserts two fingers inside her soaked-walls.
He pumps wildly as she rewards him with gasps and loud moans—when she bucks her hips he leans down and sucks on her white-neck: biting, licking and kissing the same area repeatedly. She rubs against him—rosy chest pressed against his hills of muscles creating friction between their bodies.
When her walls seem to tighten he removes his fingers—she whines for the dismissal to her orgasm, but soon gasps as a white-cloud of lust covers her eyes. The throbbing muscle rams into her womanhood bringing the soccer-star to gasps in pleasure and hug his shoulders.
She's tight—tighter than he imagined, if he didn't know the man who took her virginity he'd say he just took her cherry—it felt like his dick was being clenched tightly as a pulsing heat throbs against him—it's different from the other women he's been with.
"So…tight," he mutters into a pant— she rocks her hips roughly and he takes the movement as a hint to start.
"Toshiro," she whispers sensually.
The sweet-song of his name drives him to pump his hips rapidly—Karin gasps his name like a spell and curls under his sweet-movements. "Harder!" the soccer-star shouts.
The singer holds her hips tightly as he becomes rougher—grabbing her breast in his large hand and pounding her core like a drummers during their solo. "Oooh!" she gaps for the thrill racing through her loins.
"K-Karin," he stutters as he places his hands on the mattress and continues to increase his speed—her walls tighten around him for the sudden intensity making him groan loudly.
The soccer-stars arouse and presses her lips against his—he holds her to his chest and pulls her into a loving kiss—when they pull away he looks deep into her eyes as she grins at the singer. "I…" his voice clogs"….I lo—, "she stops him with a finger to the lips.
"As much as I want to hear that right now…" Karin whispers while leaving a trail of pecks over his cheeks and down his neck, "I would rather you tell me that when I'm not drunk—so I can remember it in the morning."
He nods in understanding—soothed by her sudden wish which calms his heart, but when she rolls her hips over his member he grunts and his heart-rate begins to quicken.
Karin's gasp for his rapid thrust that shakes her core with an incredible strength—biting her bottom lip she wraps her legs around his waist to take all his length inside her folds. Her ankles knock as he continues to promptly slam into her walls like a batter-ram.
As he becomes faster she covers her mouth for the shaking climax awakening between her legs—he expands and becomes a throbbing muscle inside her core—the singer knows he's finished in a matter of moments.
"T-Toshiro," she moans happily—he curses under his breath as a trail of sweat begins to run down his chest.
His bright-eyes lock on her neck as the glowing layer of dew cakes her skin—her round breast move rapidly with his hips, he leans down and captures on of the pink perking nipples in his mouth—not letting his speed fade—the other hand massages the other ball of flesh making her whimper and moan audibly.
Feeling her walls clench Karin shouts a mule and flips the play-boy model onto his back—Toshiro is shocked at first but soon groans as she slips down his staff.
She bits her lips rashly as she begins to bounce—attempting to ignore the urge rushing through her stomach like a lake of lava pouring down a hill. His hands rest on her hips as she grinds her sex into his.
He can tell by her pants and constant sounds that she's getting close as well—when her walls lock on his penis the singer hisses loudly and props his hips up.
Karin shouts his name as he rams into her womanhood without mercy—bringing the raven-haired beauty to her climax and a blank-haze.
He grunts roughly as he feel his release fill the rubber-cover and pants as the soccer-star lays on his nude chest—both panting like mad-man and moaning in desire.
The singer can easily state: this is the best sex he's had in a long time, if not ever.
Karin can see stars and fireworks in her drunken haze—her mind is blown to bits as she looks over to Toshiro as he blinks away the same fireworks that blur his vision.
His arms wrap around her frame—holding her tight to his body as she drifts to sleep.