Chapter 195 - 194 : White sticky substance

Chapter 195: Chapter 194 : White sticky substance

The living room was now thick with the heavy, musky scent of Yor’s fresh piss still lingering in the air, mixed with the sweet, salty heat of both girls’ aroused pussies. The table fan spun lazily in the corner, creating a soft, rhythmic whoosh that barely stirred the warm afternoon air. Golden sunlight poured through the open windows, catching on sweat-slick skin and making every drop of piss and pussy juice glisten like liquid gold. The tatami mat beneath Haruto was damp in places, soaked with Yor’s golden stream and the faint warmth of her squirt.

Aira stood completely naked over them, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each breath, her own fingers idly circling her stiff nipple as she watched Haruto drink every last drop of Yor’s piss from the source. Her dark eyes were half-lidded with pure, hungry delight. She wanted it too.

She wanted to sit on Haruto’s face and make him drink her warm, fresh piss straight from her dripping cunt.

But she said nothing.

Her lips stayed sealed, a wicked little smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

Haruto lifted his head from Yor’s still-clenching pussy. His lips and chin were shiny with golden piss, his throat working visibly as he swallowed the last few drops. His thick cock stood rock-hard and throbbing against his stomach, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. Sweat glistened on his forehead and along his neck. He looked up at Aira and their eyes met.

Something unspoken passed between them.

Aira’s face flushed a deep, shameful pink. She bit her lower lip, but her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

Haruto’s voice came out low and rough, still thick with Yor’s piss.

"Aira... you’re dripping pussy juice. Don’t waste it. Let me taste it. Come sit on my face just like Yor did."

The words hit Aira like lightning. Her whole body trembled with sudden, overwhelming joy. A wide, mischievous grin spread across her face, her glasses slightly crooked.

She didn’t hesitate.

Aira stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the tatami, and slowly lowered herself. Her heavy thighs straddled Haruto’s head on either side. The warm air brushed against her glistening pussy. She hovered just above his face, giving him the perfect view.

Haruto’s eyes widened with pure, almost obsessive hunger.

The sight was addictive.

Aira’s pussy was completely exposed — smooth, hairless, and glistening with a thick layer of sticky pussy juice that ran in slow, golden rivers down her swollen inner lips. Her clit was swollen and puffy, the entrance gaping slightly from earlier teasing, still dripping with arousal. The hot, sweet scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, overpowering the faint smell of Yor’s piss still in the air. Haruto loved the close-up view more than anything else in the world. He could see every detail: the way her inner folds were puffy and flushed pink, the tiny beads of sweat mixed with her juices clinging to her skin, the faint tremble of her thighs as she prepared to sit.

"Haruto..." Aira whispered, voice trembling with excitement, "my pussy is so sticky... look at me..."

She lowered herself slowly, deliberately, until her heavy pussy hovered directly over Haruto’s mouth. The first thick drop of her pussy juice fell straight onto his lips and tongue — warm, sweet, and salty at the same time. Haruto’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. He opened his mouth wider, tongue already out, ready.

Aira’s hips sank down.

Her swollen pussy lips spread over his face, sealing his mouth and nose completely inside her heat. Her clit pressed firmly against his forehead. The thick, sticky layer of her pussy juice coated every inch of Haruto’s lips and tongue. She ground down slowly, smearing herself all over his face, leaving him drowning in the taste and smell of her arousal.

Haruto groaned into her cunt.

He began to suck immediately — long, slow, greedy pulls, his tongue lapping up every drop of her thick, warm pussy juice. He sucked her swollen clit until it throbbed against his tongue, then pushed his tongue deep inside her dripping entrance, fucking her with slow, wet strokes while he drank every ounce of her arousal. Aira moaned loudly, her heavy thighs shaking as she rode his face.

"Fuuuuck... Haruto... it feels fucking good...

Oohhhhh..... FFFFFUUUUCCKKKK"

Then Aira spoke, her voice husky and dripping with lust.

"Aira... piss now... inside my mouth..." Said Haruto.

She relaxed her bladder, and the first warm, fresh stream of piss shot straight onto Haruto’s tongue.

It was hot. It was thick. It tasted exactly like her — salty, musky, and unmistakably feminine. Haruto drank greedily, swallowing loud and hungry, his throat working visibly as he took every drop. Aira continued to piss steadily, the strong jet splashing over his lips, running down his chin, filling his mouth until he was choking on it. He kept drinking, kept sucking, kept swallowing, his tongue still deep inside her while he drank her piss straight from the source.

Aira’s hips rocked gently as she pissed, her pussy grinding against his face, coating him completely.

When she was finally empty, she collapsed forward, her heavy pussy smothering Haruto’s face, her warm piss still leaking out and running down his throat.

Haruto lay beneath them both — face buried in Yor’s and Aira’s dripping pussies, tasting and drinking their combined juices and piss while the table fan spun softly and the sunlight painted everything in golden light.

And Haruto was completely, perfectly, blissfully lost.

After drinking every last drop of Aira’s warm, fresh piss, Haruto finally pulled back. Thick strands of golden piss and sticky pussy juice stretched from his lips to Aira’s swollen clit before breaking with a wet pop. He sat up slowly, his thick cock still rock-hard and throbbing against his stomach, veins pulsing angrily. Sweat glistened on his forehead and along his neck. His eyes were half-lidded, dark with lust.

He looked straight at Yor.

She was lying on her back on the tatami, completely naked, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her hair was splayed across the floor like ink. Her thighs were still trembling slightly from her earlier orgasm. But Haruto’s eyes were locked on something between her legs.

Around her pussy — right where his face had been — there was a thick, creamy layer of white, sticky substance. It wasn’t pussy juice. It wasn’t sweat. It was something else entirely.

Haruto felt his cock twitch hard. Curiosity and raw hunger collided inside him. He crawled on his knees closer to her, the tatami cool against his skin. He reached out and gently touched the white substance with two fingers.

The moment his fingers made contact, Yor’s entire body seized like she had been electrocuted.

"Aaaahhh!! Haruto...!" she moaned, the sound broken and needy. Her back arched off the floor, her heavy thighs clamping together for a second before trembling violently. Fresh gushes of vaginal discharge mixed with the remaining piss and her squirt oozed out from beneath her swollen folds, coating Haruto’s fingers in a thick, creamy warmth.

Haruto pulled his hand back slightly, holding it up to look at it. The white stuff stretched in long, sticky strands between his fingers. It smelled different — musky, slightly sweet, and strangely intoxicating compared to the salty tang of her pussy juice.

"What is it?" he asked, voice rough. "It’s not your pussy juice."

Yor’s face was flushed bright red, but her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure as she watched him touch her. Her voice came out soft and slightly embarrassed, but she answered honestly.

"You don’t know...? This is vaginal discharge. After period or before period that happens. Because my period is now gone so vagina cleaned herself up. This is kinda hormones related stuffs. This happens after or before period time only. Not every time."

Haruto’s eyes widened with fascination. He didn’t know much about it, but the sight of it — creamy white and sticky on his fiancee’s pussy — made his cock throb painfully. He leaned in closer, breathing in the warm, musky scent.

"I didn’t know. Wow. Well... I want to taste it too. Can I?"

Yor’s cheeks burned even deeper, but she nodded slowly, her voice trembling with excitement.

"If you want to. Then taste. It’s not harmful so no worry."

Haruto didn’t wait another second.

He lowered his face again, pressing his lips and tongue directly to the thick, white vaginal discharge coating her swollen folds. The taste was different from her pussy juice — richer, creamier, slightly sweet and musky, with a faint earthy undertone that made his head spin. It wasn’t salty like her piss or the tangy sweetness of her arousal. This was something new, something intimate, something that made his cock leak precum in thick strands onto the tatami.

He licked slowly at first, savoring every inch of the creamy white layer. His tongue traced the soft inner lips, then pushed inside her entrance where the discharge was thickest. He sucked gently, swallowing the warm, creamy substance while Yor moaned loudly, her hands gripping the tatami.

Aira sat on the edge of the tatami, completely naked, her fingers lazily circling her own nipple as she watched the scene with sparkling, wicked eyes.

Haruto kept licking, kept sucking, kept drinking the thick, creamy vaginal discharge straight from the source. His face was buried between Yor’s thighs, the white sticky substance coating his lips, chin, and tongue. Every swallow sent a wave of pure pleasure through him. The taste was addictive — warm, sweet, musky, and completely different from everything he had tasted before.

Yor’s hips began to move on their own, grinding her pussy against his face while he licked her discharge.

The house was silent except for the table fan, the wet sounds of Haruto’s mouth on her pussy, and the soft, needy moans of two girls who had just discovered how much they both loved watching and sharing their soulmate.

And Haruto was completely, perfectly, blissfully lost in it.