Futaba gave into her horniness

Futaba tried to relax the best she could in the chair, keeping her mind off of the fact that she was completely nude in Yusuke’s house, but the strange feeling hadn’t went away.

She could feel a persistent urge down below, like a scratch she needed to itch, except this itch was deep inside, an itch that radiated from her pussy.

Futaba opened her eyes, greeted by her nude body once more. Her soft, supple chest and hairy pussy was calling to her like a siren at sea. Her body was begging to be touched, to be fondled, to be pleasured!

“Should I? What if Yusuke sees me…”

But as she debated with her logical mind, her body began to move on its own. Her left hand cupped one of her tits, gently rubbing and squeezing her nipple. They weren’t the biggest, but they were good enough to massage in her hands.

As she rubbed her tit, she began to moan softly, quiet sounds of pleasure held back by Futaba’s closed mouth. The last thing she wants is Inari hearing her moan.

As one hand gently kneaded at her breast, Futaba’s other hand slowly trailed down her slender stomach and into the jungle of her hairy pussy. She closed her eyes as her finger tips met her clit. She began messaging her clit, slowly rubbing it in a circular motion.

Futaba felt waves of pleasure riding up her body as she touched herself, barely holding back her moans as she rubbed her nude body.

“This feels~ sooooo goood~” Futaba mused in between soft moans.

She was lost in her own pleasure, moving her hips into the touch of her fingers and digging her head into the head rest of the couch. It was like her lust had taken over all logic, she needed this release, like an animal in heat.

Her mind was clouded in lewd thoughts. She imagined standing in front of an art gallery as a living statue, nude as the day she was born. She was getting off to the looks of snooty art critiques staring at her wet pussy and perky breasts. Then another thought popped into her mind.

“Yusuke~” Futaba blurted out mid moan.

His lean, defined naked body and his erect cock flashed in her mind in between her exhibitionist day dreams. She loved how casual he was, how easily he exposed himself without even knowing how turned on she was. She even got the idea that Yusuke was actually masturbating himself in the room over, using the sketch of Futaba’s body to jerk off to.

“Fuck~ Fuck~ I’m so close…” Futaba moaned, trying her best to not scream. She inserted two fingers inside her wet pussy as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. She pinched her nipples aggressively, trying to maximize her pleasure. She was on the deep on, so close to climax she could feel it bubbling in her core.