First Kiss

Michael leans in parting Airia’s reluctant lips with his own. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, Where did he learn to do that? She wonders but the part of her warring against this is losing. The feeling of being this young again and having a handsome boy she fancied… did she? No she cannot do this… she tries to tell herself.

Sweeping Airia up, Michael grabs a hold of her lithe svelte feminine hips by her renewed tight butt and lifts her against him. Pressing their flesh together only separated by a few yards of fabric that Airia herself wove last summer. The irony and wickedness is too much for Airia and she does love Michael so very much. She begins returning Michael’s unbecomingly passionate kiss despite how it is very wrong even for a young couple that just met.

All Michael knows is his wet daydream came true. His mother has always been bugging him about marrying some traditional Japanese girl but all the ones around them were either related or after his family’s wealth. Sometimes the loneliest place to be is to be surrounded by a sea of people.

Such as a gift from the gods, Airia appeared out of the woodwork itself, having the same name as the great grandmother who should be in this spa with his mother Misaki. The intelligence in Airia’s eyes, timbre of her voice, mannerisms of her body set him on fire and he knew there is only one way to put it out.

Before the idea of ‘Love at first sight’ seemed like a very ridiculous American myth. However, now he believes differently. He knew what obsession was and this is very different. All Airia would have to do is offer a token protest and he would stop. Yet she has yielded slowly to all his advances, such as if the same war of wants and desires are playing in her own mind.

Keeping the smirk off Michael’s face, he thinks about how the very Japanese Airia looks and how that will make his mother exceptionally happy.

Minor orgasms leave Airia gushing out and wetting herself in her Sundress.

The whole scene has Marnie gushing herself though she is in a filtered pool of oil so it’s less noticeable. The oil and the natural lubricant is the only reason the massager slamming up into her is at all pleasurable for her.

“Fuck! You are tight girl…” The man grunts as he impales Marnie on his thick shaft. He was white and just as thick and long as Alicia’s black neighbor.

The past day or so has left Marnie only a little surprised to find herself abruptly being fucked hard. On one hand, she is very appalled the massager’s audacity and actions. However the part that Uhazral has been growing in her equally points out her voyeurism on Airia undoubtedly sent the appropriate ‘signals’ to the young man.

The room was already very humid by design and water is beading against both of their skin as Marnie’s attention quickly fixates on the turgid male member stretching her tight cunt out again.