Fucking Shoko (2)

What happened next was hazy, but soon they were both naked as the day they had been born. They had moved from the floor to an autopsy table.

Keito lied down on the table since Shoko insisted that they do something she did a lot in the past. With her knees on either side of his head, they were doing a 69.

He aggressively sucked on her clitoris like a beast of unbridled lust. His hand smacked her ass repeatedly, not too hard but enough to leave red handprints.

Meanwhile, like a succubus, Shoko was sucking him off. Her technique, her speed, her eagerness; it was miles above any blowjobs he'd had before.

He actually felt like a vacuum was trying to rip his dick off with how hard she was going. It was like she had no gag reflex, taking him to the base without an issue.

Still, he had cum just before so the first person to cum this time around was her. She moaned into his dick, and gushed her juices all over his face. Some ended up in his eyes and he had to take a break to wipe it off.

She stopped sucking him off and switched positions, now straddling his stomach. "Are you ready to put it in?" She asked, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. She felt like she was a decade younger.

"I've been ready for a while now." He confidently replied, and she lowered herself on top of his cock. He took in a sharp breath; if being sucking had felt like a vacuum, having sex felt like a compressor.

He thrust his hips like a maniac, a man invested with a mission. His hand latched onto one of her giant, swinging breasts and fondled it for the first time. It felt even better than what he had dreamed of.

Shoko let herself go to the pleasure and let the youngster fifteen years younger than her fuck her to his heart's content. She had often done this years ago, when she had frequently participated in gangbangs. Those were the fun days.

A vein appeared on Keito's forehead and he roared, fucking her as fast as he could. The only sounds in the room were his grunts, her moans, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass and of his penis penetrating her vagina.

After a few minutes of going at this breakneck pace, Keito felt ready to literally implode. His face was red, and her poor breast looked like someone had tried to tear it off. But that slut only felt pleasure from the harsh treatment.

With a battle cry, he went as deep as he could and painted her warm insides in white. Once its job was done, his dick flopped out of her and he gasped for breath. Some cum slowly trickled down her thighs.

On the verge of passing out, she limply fell on top of him. He hugged her close, leaving no space between their two bodies. She had no strength left, yet managed to say this, "Let's... do that... again..."

He slapped her ass in agreement. That was the best orgasm in his entire life. In fact, it felt so great that he felt weird now.

What was this feeling? Everything in his mind was so clear, so organized. Was this post-nut clarity? He felt like he could do everything.

Focusing on his missing left arm, he did what Shoko taught him to do. Before, he was completely unable to perform it, but with this newfound understanding...

Wisps of smoke covered the wound, before he regenerated his entire left arm in an instant. He clenched and unclenched his fist, noting that it felt good as new. He acquired Reverse Cursed Technique.