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"Yuta! Come quick!"
"What is it?" Sakurai said. Morioka was rushing out of the bedroom, pulling off her shirt.
"The baby is asleep," she said, and her breasts bounced a little as she flung off her shirt. "Let's have sex!"
"Here?" Sakurai asked, before Morioka pushed him against the chest, straddling him on the couch.
At Morioka's insistence, Sakurai showered first, telling him, "I'm okay. It's all on the inside anyway," while Sakurai fumbled for baby wipes since there weren't any tissues in the living room.
He was surprised how quickly he came; she straddled him and started bouncing on him manically, making him gasp, "Wait! I'm going to come, you're going too fast!"
She gripped his shoulders, leaning forward. She panted heavily against his ear.
"Good," she said. "I want you to."
He never came so hard in his life.
He turned off the shower. Miraculously, the baby was still asleep, and as he toweled his hair he felt a twinge of guilt because Morioka hadn't gotten off. "Don't worry," she told him, shooing him into the bathroom, "I came the last two times, I'll take care of myself while you're in the shower." Part of him wanted to see that, but the baby was a time bomb and he wanted to be somewhat clean in case the baby was awake. Quietly he pulled on a clean shirt and pants and walked into the living room, toweling his hair.
Morioka was asleep. She was leaning sideways on the couch, half-naked with her hand inside her panties: she had fallen asleep masturbating. Sakurai laughed softly.
"Moriko," he said, and he leaned against her. Her eyes blinked open.
"Eh?"
"You fell asleep." Sakurai bit his lip to keep from laughing.
"EH?!" She yanked her hand out of her underwear. Sakurai started laughing.
"My apologies," he said, laughing. She cringed and he kissed her forehead.
"Ugh, Yuta," Morioka moaned, "You only ever see my bad sides!"
He smiled into her hair. "It's not bad," he said, smiling. "It's sexy."
She covered her breasts with her arm, blushing furiously.
"Did you come yet?" he asked. His hand slipped beneath her panties.
"Not quite. I got tired, but I was close."
His middle finger found her clit, which he began to stroke slowly. "Do you want me to go down on you?" he asked, softly.
"Um." Her thighs shifted, squeezing together slightly. Her voice was breathy. Low. "I can probably just come from this."
"Okay." He kept stroking her slowly.
Time passed, and Morioka's breathing grew more ragged. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten; she pointed her toes, straining and breathing louder.
She gasped and pitched forward, jerking hard as he slowed his hand until the shaking subsided.
"My apologies," Morioka gasped, panting. Her breasts were heaving. Sakurai smiled and wiped his hand.