Chapter 194 - 193 : Sweaty Taste

Chapter 194: Chapter 193 : Sweaty Taste

The late morning sun was already blazing high when Haruto and Yor finally reached Aira’s house.

The old wooden house stood at the end of the quiet side street, painted soft beige with dark wooden beams and a small tiled roof. A large oak tree shaded the front garden, its leaves rustling in the hot breeze. The garden gate was slightly open, and the air inside the yard smelled of fresh-cut grass and distant rain. Yor walked beside him, the fabric clinging to her heavy breasts from the sweat. Her eyes sparkled with nervous excitement as she glanced at Haruto.

Haruto pushed the gate open and stepped inside.

Aira was already waiting on the porch, leaning against the wooden railing. Her round glasses sat perfectly on her nose, her hair swinging as she saw them. Her cheeks flushed pink the moment she saw Yor.

"Haruto-kun!" she called, voice bright and excited. "You brought Yor-chan! Welcome!"

She jumped down the steps and ran straight to Yor, then stopped just in front of her. Aira looked Yor up and down — slowly, deliberately — her eyes sparkling behind her glasses.

"You’re so pretty..." she whispered, almost to herself. Then she turned to Haruto with a mischievous smile. "This is Yor, right? My new soulmate. I’m Aira. It’s nice to meet you, Yor-chan!"

Yor blinked, then smiled gently, her cheeks turning the faintest pink.

"I’m Yor... Haruto-kun’s... fiancee. It’s nice to meet you too, Aira-chan."

Aira clapped her hands together once, her eyes sparkling with pure delight.

"Let’s be friends! We’re the same age and we both love the same boy, right? Perfect!"

"Ok... Let’s be friends," Yor said softly, her voice calm and childlike.

They stepped inside the house and made their way toward the room overlooking the garden, where the balcony doors stood open, allowing the fresh air to drift inside.

Aira didn’t wait. She stepped right up to Yor and reached out with both hands, cupping Yor’s heavy breasts over her sweater without hesitation. Her fingers squeezed gently, thumbs brushing the nipples through the fabric.

"You have such a nice body, Yor-chan..." she murmured, eyes wide with admiration. "Soft... heavy... perfect."

Yor’s face turned bright red. She stood completely still, her eyes wide, but she didn’t pull away. The touch was warm and surprisingly firm.

Then Aira grinned, her glasses slipping down her nose for a second.

"Today is really hot, isn’t it? Let’s get naked all of us. Right here in the house."

Before either of them could react, Aira reached out and pulled Yor’s sweater off in one smooth motion. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff in the warm afternoon air. Aira’s eyes widened with delight.

"Whoa... What a nice nipple and pussy. Your body is so sweaty... and your pussy is also sweaty a lot!"

Yor’s voice came out small and childish, barely above a whisper.

"Aira... You’re making me naked..."

Aira laughed, bright and teasing.

"In our home alone with your soulmate? Getting naked is the most wanted thing you wanted, right? Come on, Yor-chan... let’s all get naked together."

Haruto’s mouth went dry. He watched, heart hammering, as Aira reached for Yor’s skirt and peeled it down her hips in one quick motion. Yor’s plain white panties came next, sliding down her thick thighs and pooling at her feet. Her heavy pussy was completely exposed — smooth, slightly swollen, glistening with sweat and the faint sheen of morning arousal. The soft folds were puffy and dark, her inner lips slightly parted, the pink skin already flushed and wet from the heat.

"Your pussy looks so tasty, Yor. Let me taste it," said Haruto.

Aira stood back, completely naked now, her own body glowing in the sunlight — heavy breasts with pink nipples, soft belly, and her shaved pussy already glistening. She looked at Haruto with a wicked smile.

"Not like this... Let me guide you, Haruto and Yor," said Aira.

"First, Haruto lay on the ground."

Haruto didn’t hesitate. He stepped onto the cool wooden porch and lowered himself onto the tatami mat in the room, the wooden floor cool beneath his back. He lay flat on his back, his thick cock already half-hard and resting against his stomach.

Aira clapped her hands.

"Now, Yor-chan... slowly sit on Haruto’s face. Don’t press all your body weight on his face. Just make sure he can suck your pussy while you are sitting on his face. Make sure your pussy is positioned exactly over Haruto’s lips."

Yor’s face was already bright red, but she nodded shyly. She walked over, her bare feet silent on the tatami, and slowly lowered herself. Her heavy thighs trembled slightly as she hovered over Haruto’s face. Her sweat-soaked pussy was only inches away — glistening, puffy, and dripping with arousal. The sweet, salty scent of her heat filled the air.

Haruto lifted his head just enough. His tongue brushed her folds first — slow, warm, exploratory. Yor moaned softly, the sound low and needy. Then he opened his mouth and took her in.

His lips sealed around her swollen clit. He sucked gently, the cold morning air mixing with the heat of her pussy. Yor’s thighs trembled, her hands finding Haruto’s shoulders for balance. She was careful not to crush him — just enough weight to keep her pussy pressed firmly against his mouth while her clit throbbed under his tongue.

Haruto began to eat her in earnest.

His tongue traced every inch of her puffy folds — up through the soft inner lips, around her tight entrance, deep inside where she was dripping. He sucked her clit with slow, rhythmic pulls, the salty, natural taste exploding on his tongue — warm, slightly tangy, and intoxicating. Yor’s pussy was soaked with sweat, and every drop of it ran down Haruto’s chin and onto his chest. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet house.

"Aaaahhh... Haruto... it feels so good..."

Aira stood over them, completely naked, her own fingers lazily circling her nipple as she watched.

Haruto sucked harder, his tongue flicking rapidly over Yor’s clit while he pushed two fingers inside her tight, wet heat. Yor’s hips began to move on their own, grinding slowly against his face, her heavy breasts swaying above him. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds — the soft sucking of Haruto’s mouth on her pussy, the faint squelch of her arousal, and Yor’s rising moans.

Aira’s eyes sparkled with delight.

"Perfect... just like that, Yor-chan... let him taste everything."

The house was quiet except for the table fan spinning lazily in the corner and the loud, wet sounds of Haruto devouring Yor’s pussy on the floor.

The living room was quiet except for the soft, steady hum of the old table fan spinning in the corner. The wooden floor creaked faintly under every shift of weight. The air was thick with the sweet, salty scent of Yor’s aroused pussy mixed with the faint, musky heat that rose from both girls.

Haruto lay flat on his back on the tatami, his thick cock already rock-hard and throbbing against his stomach. His tongue was deep inside Yor’s dripping heat, lapping greedily at her swollen inner lips while he sucked her clit with slow, rhythmic pulls. Yor’s heavy thighs trembled violently on either side of his head, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. Her hair had come loose and sticking to her sweat-slick back. Her heavy breasts swayed gently above him with every shaky breath, nipples dark and stiff.

She was so close.

Too close.

The overwhelming pressure built in her belly, hot and heavy, like a dam cracking under his relentless tongue. Haruto’s lips sealed perfectly around her pussy, his nose pressed against her swollen clit, his tongue fucking her entrance in steady strokes while he sucked her clit hard. Every nerve in her body screamed. Her toes curled. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably.

"Aaahhh... Haruto-kun... I-I’m... I’m going to...!"

Yor’s voice broke. Her hips jerked forward on their own. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, then suddenly — violently — let go.

The first warm, fresh stream of piss shot straight onto Haruto’s lips and chin.

It was hot. It was thick. It tasted exactly like her — slightly salty, musky, and unmistakably feminine. Yor couldn’t stop. Her body convulsed as the strong, steady jet continued, splashing across his tongue, his cheeks, his open mouth. She pissed hard, uncontrollably, her bladder finally releasing after hours of building pressure. The piss ran down his chin in thick, golden streams, dripping onto his chest, soaking the tatami beneath him, pooling in warm, shallow puddles around his head.

Haruto didn’t hesitate.

He adjusted his head instantly, tilting it back slightly to take more of her. His mouth stayed sealed over her pussy, but now he was drinking. The warm, fresh piss flooded his tongue, ran down his throat in heavy, salty gulps. He swallowed loud and greedy, throat working visibly, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet room. His hands gripped her heavy thighs, holding her steady as she pissed straight into his mouth. Yor’s clit throbbed against his lips with every pulse of her orgasm, and he kept sucking, kept drinking, kept swallowing.

"Fuuuuck... Haruto... I can’t stop... it’s coming... it’s all coming..."

Yor’s hips rocked gently, grinding her still-clenching pussy against his face while she emptied her bladder completely. Thick ropes of piss continued to pour out of her, running over his tongue, down his throat, and dripping from the corners of his lips in long, golden strands. The taste was overwhelming — warm, fresh, salty, and strangely addictive. Haruto swallowed every drop, his eyes half-lidded in pure bliss, his cock twitching angrily on his stomach as he drank his girlfriend’s piss straight from the source.

Yor came hard.

Her thighs shook violently. A loud, broken moan tore from her throat as her pussy clenched and pulsed around nothing, fresh gushes of piss mixing with her squirt and flooding Haruto’s mouth in warm, continuous waves. She pissed until there was nothing left, until her bladder was completely empty, until only the last few drops ran down his chin and onto his chest.

Haruto finally pulled back, gasping, his lips and chin shiny with both piss and her juices. He looked up at her, eyes dark and hungry, his cock still rock-hard and dripping.

Yor collapsed forward, her heavy breasts smothering his face, her sweaty, cum-filled pussy still leaking onto his tongue.

Aira stood over them, completely naked, her fingers lazily circling her own nipple as she watched the entire scene with sparkling, wicked eyes.

The house was silent except for the table fan and the soft, wet sounds of Haruto drinking the last of Yor’s piss straight from her dripping cunt.