Give Hitomi a good send-off.

For all the women's needs you've tended to, you haven't had the opportunity to take care of anyone's backdoor yet, and from Hitomi's description she's unlikely to ever have someone treat her shapely posterior the way she wants it. The additional thought of being the last one to leave your mark inside her dark canal quickly gets you hard again, prompting a sensuous lick across the lips from Hitomi.

"I'd be honored, Hitomi," you say while grinning widely, and this is enough to make the Japanese girl squeal in delight. She squeezes a generous amount of gel from the tube and wastes no time in lathering it over your pole. Under the touch of her smooth skin and the slick substance you feel your weapon harden like an iron bar.

"It stimulates blood flow and warms up the area applied. It's a very effective product," she explains. "I used to buy a lot of this until I met Jesse."

"He doesn't know what he's missing," you manage to grunt. Hitomi wasn't kidding about the gel's strength; you briefly wonder if someone hasn't swapped your cock out for the Olympic torch. As your torpedo stands at full attention Hitomi prepares herself for your mounting, raising her ass in the air with her wedding dress flipped onto her back as she poses on all fours on the ground. Her thong, barely shifted downwards, gives you enough of a view of her dripping box and the target above. "Give it to me hard, John," she whispers, almost desperately.

Placing your hands on her cheeks, you take a few moments to aim carefully at her pucker, which you note to be rather clean with just a bit of stretch mark. A few more seconds to ease your glans in, followed by a pause, and you shove your entire length inside in one push. The sheer lack of friction almost makes you lose your balance as you lean into Hitomi, and the sudden invasion makes her gasp loudly. You awkwardly try to get better footing, wondering if you might have injured her until you notice Hitomi writhing her breasts into the floor's surface, stimulating her hardened nipples. "Don't worry about me," she breathes, the lust in her eyes prompting you to renew your grip on her. "Keep going!"

Hitomi is clearly no stranger to anal sex as she mirrors her movements with your pounding, but the lack of usage of her back end is noticeable as you feel the pressure on your piston like a powerful vice. It becomes clear that the gel is more than lubrication; you feel as though your crotch has burst into flame, and the only way to put it out is to continue plowing Hitomi's backside. Your legs move back and forth like a well-oiled machine, leaving red marks on both your thighs each time you meet in mid-fuck. Sweat flies from your hair as you vigorously tear into Hitomi, marking the floor and her dress while her fingers claw into the floor. "Ooooohoooh, Kami!" she screams, her voice rising to a squeaking soprano with each breathless pant.

As you continue to thrust away, you feel the energy pinch on your penis like a laser firing, and all of a sudden, you heave like an airplane crashing and shove into Hitomi; torrents of your semen exploding into her depths one after another. Eyes shut and teeth clenched, you hear a shrill, drawn shriek out of Hitomi as you pump her gut with your goo. Your hands tremble as a few final spurts ooze their dripping way into the Japanese girl's rectum, and you feel the effects of the gel expire as your senses return - the room is occupied with a quietude you hadn't noticed, punctuated only by Hitomi's lovely, dwindling gasps. The numbness fades out of your legs, leaving you suddenly weak from the exertion, and your toes lap against a puddle of sweet-smelling juice.

"You weren't kidding about taking it up the ass," you remark, easing out of Hitomi and managing to pull her up gently.

"Thank you, John. I guess that'll be all the work I'll be doing today. Need a rest before I get this dress straightened out again, but totally worth it," Hitomi sighs contentedly.

"So you still think you're marrying the wrong person?" you joke.

"Mmmm... thanks, but Jesse's still the man for me. Having sex with you has been an eye-opener, John, but I think I'm ready to settle down now. Still..." Casting a gaze at you, Hitomi rubs her ass, still bearing the marks of your fingers. "My pussy will belong to Jesse, but this..." A soft smack against her right cheek, followed by a serene smile. "...This memory from you will live on, John. Thank you for giving me such an incredible final fling."

"The pleasure was all mine," you bow, and Hitomi gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek. You take some time putting on your clothes and wiping yourself off before leaving the apartment, but not without Hitomi pressing her soaked thong into your hand as a parting gift. You return her smile as she closes the door behind you.