Chapter 31: Sneak 100

Friday | December 15th, 2023 | 10:44 PM

My eyes were fixed on the closed door of Tzuyu and Sana's room, as if I could see what was happening inside. That's the thing, I just didn't know what to expect. It's a dangerous situation, one that could ruin me and one that Nakyung wanted. Time felt like it was slowing with the way my heart raced against my thoughts. I was a mess.

It's not like she never had me do anything crazy before nor have I not done some crazy things myself, but this, this was different. Sana was a close friend, someone I've gotten to know over these past years. Yeah, she was on my list, but she never felt like a serious target. It was more of a joke, a fantasy.

But, the longer I stared at the door, the less funny it felt. My cock twitched against my pants again, and the adrenaline continued to pump through my body. Nakyung's face was blurry in my memory, but I remembered the words she whispered and the way her eyes lit up with excitement.

She's going to take a shower. Tzuyu's going to sleep. We're here. You're hard. Just one pair of panties. Let's do it.

I didn't know if this was something Nakyung thought up or if it was the alcohol's idea. But, the moment the words left her mouth, it was as if a spell was cast on me. My mind was filled with the images of her taking a shower, the water dripping down her naked body, and the way her wet underwear clung to her curves. The images of her stripping, the sound of her voice and the way her lower half shook.

A pair.

A single pair.

That's all you need.

It was hard, not having my dick guide me through the whole process, and I felt anxious and restless. The way it rubbed against the material of my boxers made me feel crazy. This wasn't what I usually did, and this was certainly the first time it would be someone so close.

My phone scared me out of my thoughts, the sound of the ringer causing me to jump. The screen lit up and displayed a name:

Nakyung

tzuyu sleeps fast

she's already asleep

you need to go

My head was pounding like crazy, my heartbeat traveling up into my ears. My eyes were still glued onto the door, and even though I felt nervous and a bit nauseous, my body was already moving on its own. My feet were silent against the floor, and my body was moving like a phantom.

Sana's underwear.

That's all you need.

As I neared the door, my hand moved towards the knob, and it sat on the metal. There was the faint noise of the shower, and a few shuffling sounds. I could hear soft snores past the wood. Taking a deep breath, I held the air in my lungs as I twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

The lights were off, and the only illumination was from the outside and the living room. Nakyung was sitting on the edge of the bed as if she was waiting for me to enter. To her side, Tzuyu was tucked under the sheets, her hair a mess on her pillow and her breathing deep and slow. My heart felt like it kicked up a gear, and the thumping was painful against my chest.

Without saying a word, Nakyung lifted her hand and pointed towards the closed bathroom door behind her, where the sounds of the shower could be heard. It was quiet, but it was enough. My mouth was dry, and my tongue was heavy as I took one last glance at Tzuyu, then Nakyung, then the door.

She gave me a quick wink, then motioned her head, her lips mouthing, "Go." With that, I moved away from where I was frozen at the entrance and crept towards the door. With each step, the beating of my heart got louder and the sounds of the shower got clearer. Once again, I rested my hand upon the cold knob, and twisted, opening the door slowly and carefully.

Sounds got louder. The smell of shampoo and soap drifted into my nose. The humidity hit me and stuck to my skin. In the back corner of the bathroom was the tub, and standing above it was a curtain. I could see her silhouette past the fabric, and I watched the shape move about, rubbing and scrubbing.

My eyes darted towards the sink, and I spotted a pile of clothes, neatly folded. Sana's clothes. The first article was a sweater, then a shirt, and a pair of pajama pants, no bra nor underwear to be seen. At the foot of the sink was a loose pile of clothes. As my gaze focused on them, I spotted the baby blue underwear and bra set that was previously shown off to everyone, hiding just underneath her dirty clothes.

A single pair.

This wasn't supposed to happen, and yet here I was, inching towards the sink, my eyes fixed on the panties and bra that was just barely peeking out from the rest of her clothes. The sound of the shower was getting louder, and the steam felt like it was getting thicker and clouding my vision.

No way, right? What are the chances I black out right now and fall flat onto the floor? What are the chances that Tzuyu wakes up right now? What are the chances of Sana hearing all this and opening the curtain and finding me here?

With every second, my nerves were being stretched thin. My chest hurt, and it was difficult to breathe, but the alcohol that still ran in my veins was the only thing that was keeping me from running out of the room. The only thing keeping me from backing down.

Why was it taking so long for me to get to those panties? Was the distance increasing with every second? What the fuck is happening.

It was torture. I couldn't even hear anything past the ringing in my ears. My vision was blurring, and the edges of the room were slowly becoming black. All I could think about was the bra and panties sitting in the pile of her clothes, and how easily they would just disappear in my pockets.

Then, there was a sound, one that brought me back. Sana's voice.

She started singing?

No, not quite, she was humming a tune, her voice echoing and filling the silence in the room. My head turned, and my eyes were locked on the shadow in the curtain, watching it move and twist. It suddenly felt like I was invading her privacy, even more than I already was, and the guilt was beginning to crawl in.

But, she was distracted, and this was a rare chance.

Just take them.

One pair.

I took a breath, and with careful steps, I made my way over towards the pile of clothes, the sound of the shower blocking my footsteps. I knelt down and looked back and forth, the nerves in my body shaking and my heart hurting.

It's now or never.

My eyes went down towards the clothes and I quickly pulled the underwear from the pile, letting the bra slide down the surface and disappear somewhere underneath. The panties were dainty, and they were cute. They weren't anything special, a regular cotton pair with lace along the waistline. They were the same baby blue color, and they felt soft against the tips of my fingers.

"Just this," I whispered to myself, holding the garment. The anxiety in my stomach was eating at me, and I could feel a sense of regret and disgust rising in my throat. But, there was no turning back, not now. I was too deep, and all I needed was a pair, right?

I looked back up and saw the curtain, the shape of a girl just barely visible. There was a small gap at the top, and a small puddle forming below. I watched the water droplets, and the way they seemed to collect together and then fall to the ground, disappearing into the tub below. I could make out the sound of droplets hitting against the shower tiles, and the splashing and dripping sounds from the bathwater.

All I needed was a pair? But I was so hypnotized.

"What the fuck," I whispered to myself, shaking my head. What was happening? Why was I still watching her, or why did my legs not want to move. Everything felt slow, and everything was hot. I was losing it, and all I could hear was the rushing of blood, the ringing in my ears, and the soft humming and splashing sounds coming from the shower.

This is all wrong, I can't do this, I need to go, I shouldn't be here, why am I not leaving. Why am I so infatuated by her? There felt like there was this part of me that wanted more, even though I spent the past couple moments hyping myself for just one pair, one.

I shouldn't.

But I do.

I shouldn't.

But, I really, really, do.

And, without thinking, without any control, I stood up. My mouth hung open, and my hands moved on their own, whipping out my phone from my pocket. In the midst of my hesitation and guilt, my body was still filled with adrenaline, lust, and the rush of stealing. My thumb swiped the screen and unlocked the phone. The camera was open and the lens was facing the shower.

I wanted more. I wanted to see more. To invade Sana's privacy further. To break a boundary I should've never broken. I had a chance, and it was in my hands so I had to take it. Glued to the gap above the shower curtain, I moved closer until the gap was in full view, and there, on the other side, was the Japanese girl, completely nude, oblivious, and unknowing.

If my clumsy movements were defined by the drunkness building within, my graceful and silent actions were the adrenaline pumping in my veins. Even through the haze, my legs moved like experts, and I stood near the shower curtain. Up close, everything sounded much clearer. I can tell Sana was scrubbing or wiping just off the sound of friction. Water must've been falling off her hair with how I heard a constant trickling sound, and the water hitting the bottom of the tub passed through the curtain.

I was careful to position the camera. One wrong move, one wrong click of a button, and everything would be ruined. So, with as much precision and accuracy as a drunk man could have, I slowly moved my arms high and pointed my phone over the shower curtain, taking advantage of my height and length of my arms.

Click.

It was done, and there, in the camera's recording view, was Sana's bare, naked figure, completely unaware and in full view. I couldn't see what the camera saw but I could imagine it, and my imagination was working overtime, feeding my brain images of the wet Japanese girl. My heart was at its apex, and my hands were shaking from the excitement and nervousness.

Fuck.

With every passing second meant more frames of Sana's most private moment, and it was thrilling and intoxicating. I shouldn't have. I should've stopped at that, just the panties, and not gone further, not taken it too far, but no. This was too good to pass up. I felt like I was gambling with my life. Another second. Another second. How much longer can I go before by some accident, Sana looks up and sees a phone recording her from the ceiling.

The fear was there. The worry and anxiousness, but it was also masked with something else, something dark. Something that wanted more. I felt like I was addicted to this moment. I was a man on the verge, and no matter how close to danger I was, no matter how wrong this was, no matter how much guilt I would feel afterwards, I can only enjoy the moment.

One more second.

And then another.

And another.

Another.

Just one more.

Just one more.

And another.

Feeling close to danger, I slipped my hand away and backed off from the curtain. A quiet sigh of relief left my mouth. I had it. My camera was full of evidence of Sana's most private body parts, and a pair of her panties were in my pocket. Even at my highest, I knew when to stop before I flew too close to the sun, and that was what I was doing, flying close.

The thrill of the moment was still strong in my body, but it was time to go, and with slow steps, I moved towards the door. No signs of getting caught, and no indication that the shower would stop soon, I left the bathroom and met Nakyung's mischievous eyes. Tzuyu was still in the same position, completely oblivious to the traitor walking out of her bathroom as she snored lightly. 

Nakyung nodded her head towards the bedroom door and winked, motioning with her hands.

Go.

And, without hesitation, I went out the door.

I walked as fast as I could to the couch. My legs were feeling like jelly, and I was breathing heavily, like I had just run a mile. When I made it to the edge, my knees gave out, and I collapsed onto the cushions. It was a mixture of emotions, fear, exhilaration, guilt, and a lot of other feelings. My hands were shaking, and I could feel my body begin to sweat, despite the fact I had just come back into cooler air.

Fuck.

Did I just do that? Did I just record Sana in the shower, did I steal her panties?

Fuck.

Was it real, did it happen? Or was I having an alcohol induced dream?

No.

I know, because the evidence was all there. My hand reached into my pocket and I grabbed the pair of blue panties. They were soft and warm. They weren't just a picture on the internet or a screenshot from a video, they were real. And the memories, the ones I made tonight, were all real. The fear, the nervousness, the adrenaline.

My heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing.

The phone was heavy in my hands. I had forgotten that I was holding it tightly as I left the crime scene. The weight felt like an anchor, and it was dragging me down with the realization of what I did. It was hard to even look at the screen, knowing what it held. But, it vibrated in my hand, and a message popped up:

Nakyung

relax for a bit

ill be out in a bit

I sighed, the tension and anxiety that built up was starting to dissipate, and the alcohol in my body was catching up. The couch was comfortable. My body relaxed, and the adrenaline faded, and I found myself staring at the ceiling. It was spinning and turning. The room was spinning and turning, and I was falling and floating, all at the same time.

Saturday | December 16th, 2023 | 1:12 AM

Soft raps. Light taps. Gentle knocks.

My head was still heavy. There was a pounding in my ears, and I couldn't move. My limbs felt like concrete. My eyes were just as heavy. I didn't want to open them.

The knocks were back.

I finally forced my eyelids to lift, and the darkness was unsettling as I stared straight up at the ceiling, but slowly, my vision adjusted. I was on the couch. Well, a bed. As I moved my head around, I realized I must've found out the couch concealed a pull out bed, and I was tucked neatly in with my arms and legs under the covers. The knocks came from my side, and looking over, I saw a shadow, the faint outline of someone outside on the deck with their hand tapping the glass.

My eyes adjusted again and the dark blur formed a face, and then a body. It was Nakyung, her eyes staring right at me. It was still dark, and I had no idea what time it was, but it must've been really late. She was wearing a gray spaghetti tank top and some matching pajama shorts, her hair blowing around in the wind. Oh, fuck, it had to be cold out there.

Slowly, my body woke, and I walked over to the sliding door as quick as my tired body could and quickly unlocked and opened the door, a burst of cold air greeting me.

"Took you long enough," she said, shivering as she entered the cabin. Her hands were freezing as she placed them on my chest and pushed herself into my embrace, "I was freezing."

Closing the door behind her, she calmly pushed me backwards and dropped the two of us onto my bed. The springs creaked under our combined weight. She was cold, and I could feel her shaking a little, even though she tried to act tough and act like the cold didn't bother her.

"What were you doing outside?" I asked, pulling her closer, taking in the smell of her hair and the feel of her body against mine.

"I needed to sneak out, Sana's bag fell in front of the door and I thought if I moved it, it'd wake them up," she replied. Her voice was soft, and her skin was icy to the touch, "so I went out through the deck since I remembered we're connected to the living room."

I pulled the blanket over us, "Warm up, will you?" She nodded and kept her cold nose and hands pressed against me, causing me to twitch.

"So, did you get it?"

My mind was still trying to piece itself back together, and it took a second for me to process what she meant. Oh, that. The memory flashed through my head.

"Yeah, I got it," I responded, remembering the feeling of the baby blue pair.

"Show me."

With her command, I reached into my pants and pulled out the panties, the lace tickling the tips of my fingers. I didn't even notice her hand sneaking up my wrist and holding them for herself.

"These are really cute," she commented, running the underwear between her thumb and pointer finger, "you got lucky."

"Yeah," was all I could respond. It was crazy. Just hours ago, Sana had those same panties on. "I got something else, too."

Her eyes darted from the panties to me, "what else could you have gotten?"

Reaching into my other pocket, I pulled out my phone and unlocked the screen, pulling up the video and starting it. I haven't gotten a chance to watch it either, so it'd be our first time watching it together.

The camera was pointed towards the top of the curtain, and it was angled downwards. The video showed the top-down angle of Sana, standing in the shower. Water was pouring down on her body, and she was running her hands all over. There was nothing covering her, and her entire body was bare, in full view.

Nakyung was silent, and her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly hanging.

"What the fuck."

I don't blame her reaction, this was the first time she'd ever seen something like this, and she was the same as I was. Completely blown away.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Nakyung repeated, her hands moving up from my chest and covering her mouth," You recorded this?" she asked, her eyes still glued to the screen. I nodded. I can feel my erection rising, and I bet she felt it too.

We watched the video. It wasn't long, only about 45 seconds, but those seconds felt like forever, and the video was almost like a time capsule, preserving the memory in digital. Sana was humming a song, and every now and then, a few words were spoken. We watched as her hands moved all over her body, rubbing her breasts and sliding down her stomach.

Her ass was on full display. It was nice and plump, and it was round and fat. It was the most beautiful thing. The cheeks were soft, and it jiggled whenever she moved, and the sound of water dripping and the way the soap and water washed over her curves made the entire moment feel extremely erotic.

The video ended with me pulling away from the angle. Nakyung didn't say anything, but her mouth was still hanging open. I don't think she was breathing either. She just sat there, and it wasn't until the screen went black did her head turn to face me.

"Oh, fuck," was all she said. She looked like she was in a trance, and she was shaking her head, "you really did that."

"Yeah," I replied, putting the phone down on the cushion next to me.

"You fucking did that," she repeated in a hushed voice.

"Yes," I sighed, "yes, I did."

She shook her head and chuckled, "damn."

"I know."

She smiled and turned to me, her body rolling on top of mine. She lowered her chest down until it was touching mine. Her arching back and perky ass sticking the blanket into the air. Her crotch was positioned directly above mine, and her eyes were half lidded, and her lips were wet and parted.

"You evolved fast," she whispered, her face close to mine. Her voice was low and husky. "Just two months ago, you were afraid to blackmail one of your friends. Now here you are, privately recording her best friend while she showers."

She kissed my lips softly, and she tasted sweet. "You're a whole new man," she breathed. Her eyes were dark, and they were looking directly into mine, "a perverted man."

"I couldn't stop," I replied, kissing her back, my hands holding onto her sides, "she's so hot, I had to do it." Her cold fingers wrapped around my neck and her thumbs rubbed circles along my cheeks.

"It's okay," she cooed, her face getting closer and closer to mine. Our lips were brushing, "That's what we wanted." She closed the distance and our lips locked, and I could taste the faint hint of alcohol in her breath. "We wanted you to get more bold."

My hands traveled up and down her side, slipping underneath her tank top. She was still slightly cold, slowly getting warmer under my touch. "Mmhm," I hummed, kissing her harder, her hips starting to move. Her pussy was rubbing along the fabric of my pants, and the heat from her crotch was already spreading.

"Did you sober up already," she asked, pulling back a bit. My lips were tingling, and I was starting to get lightheaded but I nodded. She sighed and bit the inside of her cheek, "Too bad, I like drunk you a little bit better."

I scoffed and grinned, "Why?"

"You're way more intense and eager when you're drunk," she admitted. She started grinding herself into me, and I could feel the soft fabric of her shorts and panties pressing against my groin. "And, you're way less anxious, and more... confident."

"Really," I replied. Her head rolled and her mouth dropped open, her eyes closed.

"Yeah," she whispered. She pecked my lips once, twice, and then a third time, "Unless you can prove me wrong. That you don't need to drown yourself in alcohol to do all these crazy things."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe," she responded, kissing me again, this time biting and tugging on my lower lip. She pulled back, a devilish smirk forming, and a look in her eye that said everything.

"Don't go easy on me," she breathed. Her hands moved down and grabbed the edge of her shorts and quickly tugged them off her waist, the material falling onto my torso, her underwear coming into view. Her eyes burned a hole in mine as she calmly withdrew her hand and reached down.

The material of her underwear was pulled away from her pussy and shimmied down her thighs, the fabric bunching up as they descended. And with a few tugs, her pussy came into view. And then, it was immediately covered by baby blue cotton. The familiar garment slid up her legs and was quickly pulled up over her crotch, and the underwear was pulled over her hips and waist, settling tightly.

"Don't take them off," she warned, "keep them on me."

My breathing hitched, and my hands were twitching. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Do your thing, prove me wrong," she teased. Staring at her, I urged myself to zone out the rest of the world, and only focus on her. It wasn't difficult, she was the centerpiece. My eyes traced her body. My hands held her waist, and my mind went to work. It took some time, but eventually, I convinced myself that Sana Minatozaki was straddling my waist.

Her body was hot. The soft cotton of her underwear was warm and smooth. The heat of her pussy radiated through the thin fabric and I could feel her lips pressing against my covered erection.

Sana.

Her brown hair was long and wavy, flowing past her shoulders. The ends were wet and soaked, the dampness seeping into her gray tank top, creating a darker shade near her collar. Her breasts filled her top nicely, the shape of her nipples were clear as day. She was fit but wasn't tiny, making her hips and her ass stand out more. Her thighs were thick, and they were smooth, the flesh jiggled with every movement she made.

I grabbed her waist, and pushed my crotch into hers. My dick was aching, and her grinding was the remedy, even if the roughness of my pants wasn't the most pleasurable. But, it didn't matter. It didn't matter that it wasn't real. Sana was sitting on my lap, grinding her pussy onto mine, and moaning as she did.

My hands ran up her sides, the smooth skin sending waves of pleasure through my veins. Fuck, she was hot. And her body, I can't get over it. The soft curves of her waist, her thick thighs and fat ass, the shape of her perky tits.

My fingers were tingling as it drew away the lingering cold, her skin getting warmer by the second.

"How is it," she asked. She leaned over and brought her head next to mine, whispering into my ear, "Does it feel good?"

I couldn't reply, not with words, but I let out a sigh, and my grip tightened. I pulled her hips into mine, and her breath hitched. My head was swimming. Her hair, her body, her scent, and her moans. Everything was a perfect match, and I couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers along her back, tracing her spine.

Slipping underneath her top, my hands slid along her sides and over her breasts, and her nipples were hard from the cold. I could feel the bumps in her flesh, and her breath caught as I rubbed her boobs. The soft skin of her mounds felt unreal. It was soft and supple, and it fit my hands perfectly.

Sana moaned and bit her lip, her eyelids lowering as she rocked her hips.

"Oh, yeah," she whimpered.

I squeezed and groped her tits. I was squeezing, rubbing, and pushing the orbs, the skin sinking and bulging under the pressure. Her shirt was riding up and was exposing her midriff.

Fuck.

The way her boobs moved with every motion and bounce. It was a mesmerizing sight, and every time her nipples became visible, I would tweak and pull them. The soft moans coming from her lips were heavenly, and they only got louder the longer I played with her tits.

"I love it," she whispered. Her voice was breathy and heavy, the pleasure evident, "you're good."

"Shh, people are sleeping," I murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. She bit her lip and nodded, trying her best to keep her voice quiet. I kept at it, groping and fondling her before Sana stopped me by grabbing my wrists and pushing them away.

"Hold on, hold on," she breathed. She readjusted her position and grabbed the bottom of her tank top. My mouth dropped open, and my heart stopped. With one teasing motion, she lifted up her shirt and left it sitting atop her perky breasts. They looked better in person than on a screen. Her nipples were dark, and the areolas were large.

"Touch them," she whispered, grabbing my wrists again. This time, I was guided directly onto her chest. Her boobs were hot and heavy, and the skin was like velvet, smooth and silky. Sana gasped and threw her head back, her hands leaving mine and moving behind her, supporting herself, and she continued rocking.

"Ah, shit, it feels good," she said. The sound of her voice sent shivers down my spine, and a rush of pleasure washed over my body. She was gorgeous, her body was amazing, and she was riding me.

I massaged her tits and her moans were starting to get louder, the pitch was getting higher and the sounds were longer and more drawn out. I pinched and twisted her nipples and she groaned, biting her lip quickly to hold in her voice.

I propped myself up on an elbow and used the other hand to cup her neck, drawing her face towards me. Her head tilted down and our lips met. They were soft and plump, and the sensation was unreal. Sana's tongue invaded my mouth, and she was eager. The way her lips moved against mine and the feeling of her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth was overwhelming.

"C'mon, I need more," she pleaded. I obliged and slipped both hands beneath her panties and grabbed a handful of her ass, her soft cheeks molding between my fingers. "Y-yeah," she gasped. I caught her lips in a kiss and squeezed her ass, and with the newfound stability, her grinding was becoming rougher, and her voice was becoming louder.

I pushed her down harder and her ass bounced on top of me. Sana was getting hot, her skin was getting warmer and her face was getting redder, the pink tint spread across her cheeks. Her moans were more frequent, and they were louder, and her movements were starting to become desperate and sloppy.

"Keep going, just like that," she whispered, her breathing picking up. Her face was scrunched, and her moans were turning into whimpers, her entire body tensing. I kept going, squeezing and rubbing her butt, pulling and pushing her against my covered dick. Her grinding was more focused and was rubbing directly on my cock.

Her underwear was getting soaked, and the fabric was catching to my crotch. The heat radiating from her pussy was incredible, and I could feel her folds through her panties.

"Shit, fuck, that's good," she muttered, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "So fucking good," she breathed, her grinding speeding up, the movements becoming more sporadic and her hips began rolling, the friction was intense and the pressure was driving me crazy.

I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed her, all of her. I bucked my hips, momentarily throwing her off balance, but before she could adjust, I went for my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers, exposing my throbbing erection.

I watched as her eyes widened and her breath caught. "Fuck, oh fuck," she gasped, her eyes glued to my cock, her hips stopping and her hands grabbing the shaft, wrapping around the length. She held it in place, her hands stroking and rubbing the skin, and the sensation was overwhelming.

She stroked and rubbed, the tip getting wet from the pre-cum. My eyes were locked on her tits and the way they jiggled and swayed with every pump. I wanted to fuck her so badly, and her hands felt so good.

"It's your turn," I managed, the words coming out as a raspy whisper.

Her eyes were wide and her chest was heaving. She knew what I meant. And before she could protest, I grabbed the edges of her panties and pulled them down. The sight of her pussy sent another rush of pleasure and blood straight to my cock, and Sana let out a gasp, the cool air hitting her damp folds.

I pulled the panties to her knees and the soft material snapped back and hugged her legs, keeping the garment in place. With her lower half free, her pussy was open for the taking, and her lips were glistening, the inner folds were soaked and her clit was swollen, poking out from under its hood.

My erection was extended fully, standing straight. The tip was pointing directly towards the sky and the skin was pulled tight, the veins prominent and running up and down the entire length. With one hand still wrapped around my shaft, Sana adjusted her position, and her free hand fell next to my head for support as she squatted above me, her pussy hovering just inches above the tip.

No warm up, just immediate action. Sana began to impale herself. She slowly sank, and the tip made contact with her opening. We both gasped and our eyes locked. Sana's mouth hung open and her face was red, and I could see her eyes twitching, her brows furrowed.

Her walls were squeezing, the muscles tightening and constricting, trying to push the foreign object out. Sana wasn't having it. She kept lowering, the tip penetrating her and her folds started enveloping the head. The sensation was overwhelming, and her walls were hot and wet, her walls were slick and coated in her juices.

"You're so tight," I grunted, my cock was pulsing and was throbbing, the head being squeezed by her insides.

"You're fucking huge," she whispered back, her voice hushed and breathy.

Sana's body was trembling, and her pussy was spasming. She was trying her best to control her breathing, and her hands were shaking as she tried to stabilize herself. The look in her eyes was one of lust, but it was mixed with desperation and hunger, and I could feel her arousal radiating from her pussy.

She was wet. The walls were dripping and her juices were sliding down my cock, coating the shaft. It probably helped her slip me inside easier.

Slowly, the tip disappeared inside her, and her lips were kissing the edge of the head. The soft folds felt so good. Her body was trembling, and I could feel her muscles spasming, twitching, and contracting, her pussy tightening.

"Holy shit, it's big," she hissed, her voice quivering, "so fucking big."

"You can do it," I breathed, urging her on. I don't think she even heard me, and her eyes were rolled up and her lids were shut. She lowered a bit more, and the tip was buried deeper inside, and her pussy was stretched further.

"Fucking shit," she gasped. The muscles of her abdomen were tensing, and the skin was tightening under my palm. Her legs were shaking and her entire body was shuddering, "It's so big." I brought my hands to her waist and grabbed her.

"Just relax, and go slow," I encouraged.

I watched as her stomach contracted and the skin pulled, and her pussy was stretched as she sunk. The tight walls were wrapping and constricting, enveloping the thick meat and pulling me in deeper, inch by inch. She was soaking, and her juices were spilling, leaking, and coating my length, drenching my groin.

"A-are you all the way in," she asked, her voice shaky.

I glanced down, and my eyes widened. She wasn't, the base was still bare, and a little more than a quarter of the length was missing. "Almost there, you can do it," I coaxed, looking up at her.

Together, I pushed her down and she lowered. The pressure on my cock was amazing. Her pussy was so fucking hot, and the muscles were so tight, the walls were sucking and clinging onto the shaft. Sana whimpered and groaned, her breathing was erratic and the moans were slipping. She lifted her hand and covered her mouth, closing her eyes as tight as possible, her forehead creasing and her eyebrows knitting together.

I was struggling to breathe, and the pressure was building. The walls were tightening and pulling, and the pressure was getting stronger and stronger. My fingers were digging into her waist, and her juices were starting to flow, her pussy getting more and more soaked.

With a final grunt, Sana took in the last few inches, her walls squeezing and wrapping tightly. She gasped, and the hand over her mouth flew off and grabbed onto the blanket around us, her eyes opening, the brown orbs glazed over.

"Fucking shit," she whispered, her head rolling back. Her chest was heaving and her boobs were jiggling, the orbs pulsing as she breathed, "oh god, that's so good."

Her insides were wrapped snugly, and I could feel her walls pulsing, squeezing and pulling, tugging and dragging. I couldn't handle it, and with a thrust of my hips, I pushed upwards. Sana's body stiffened, and she cried out, her body tensing and her pussy clamping.

I let out a short laugh, and the sound made her snap her head down and glare at me. Her face was red, and she was breathing hard, her eyes filled with annoyance and her brows furrowing.

"D-don't move," she whined, her body trembling, "don't fucking move."

"Or else what?," I challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck you," she replied.

I thrusted again, and this time, she was ready. Sana let out a muffled scream, the hand flying to her mouth and catching her voice. She threw her head back and her eyes were shut tightly.

"You're so tight," I moaned. She was trembling, I could feel it. The muscles in her thighs were shaking and her legs were twitching. She couldn't handle it, and her insides were contracting. The heat was spreading throughout her body, the fire growing, and the pressure was building.

I threw my hips up again, and Sana let out another muffled scream, the sound vibrating through her hand and her eyes were rolling up. Her other hand found my shoulder and squeezed. Her grip was strong and her fingers were digging into the flesh, her nails were piercing my skin, and the sharp pain only served to make everything more intense.

I pulled her hips down and thrusted again, and another muffled scream came from Sana. The girl was twitching, her body trembling and her hands were shaking, the sweat starting to bead and roll all across her body. I couldn't take it, her insides were so hot and wet. It was unlike anything else.

I couldn't control myself. The urge was too strong. I pushed up again and Sana was starting to lose it. The pleasure was building, the pressure was growing, and her insides were spasming. She was starting to fall apart.

"Oh, shit, oh god," she whimpered, the hand covering her mouth slipping. She was drooling, the liquid escaping the corner of her lips. "It's so fucking good," she rasped. Her hand slid from my shoulder and landed on the sheets beside me. Her fingers wrapped and gripped the covers tightly, and the tension in her body was increasing, the pleasure and the pressure continuing to build.

I thrusted again, and her back arched, the motion causing her boobs to bounce, the orbs moving in rhythm. Sana let out another whine and her voice cracked, causing her to cup her mouth tighter, her hand trembling. I can't help myself. The sight, the sound, and the feeling were intoxicating.

The feeling of her walls choking the life out of my penis, her juices dripping, and the sounds of her voice. Everything was driving me insane, and the heat was growing stronger and stronger. Sana's face was red and the veins in her neck were bulging, and her jaw was clenched, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeated under her palm. She was starting to lose her composure.

I pulled her hips down, and thrusted again. Sana let out another muffled whine and her body stiffened, and her hand slapped the mattress and she gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white. Her face was scrunched up and her eyes were twitching, the tears beginning to gather at the edges of her eyes.

And there it was.

I felt the familiar twitch, the subtle movement, and the pressure. Her muscles were spasming and her walls were contracting. I looked up at Sana's face, and she was on the verge of tears, her eyes squeezed shut, her brows knitted together, and her hand in between her teeth. She held back cathartic screams as her orgasm tore through her.

Her pussy tightened and her walls clenched. Sana's muscles spasmed, and her juices leaked and sprayed, and the fluids ran down my length. Her body was twitching and her breathing was labored. Her boobs shook around, her back arching and her legs shaking. She was riding the wave, and the orgasm was washing over her, the pleasure and the euphoria taking her.

Fuck, it was so hot watching Sana hold back the urge to scream, the tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Her insides were convulsing, and the pressure was rising, her walls wrapping around me tightly and her juices spilling out.

When she finally opened her eyes, I gave her a cheeky smile, and her face flushed even redder. Sana was trying her best to recover, the orgasm had drained her energy. "You're an asshole," she panted.

"You love it," I responded with another thrust. Her mouth hung open and a gasp left her lips. She couldn't respond, and her hands reached for my shoulders. "We're not done yet, not by a long shot."

I grabbed her hips and pushed her up, before slamming her down, forcing a grunt to escape her lips. Sana was still recovering, her body was trembling and her hands were shaking. Her breathing was labored, and her muscles were twitching. Her abs were tightening and her pussy was tight, her juices were leaking, and her body was burning up.

She couldn't talk, but the look in her eyes spoke for itself. It was a mixture of pain, pleasure, and frustration. I was hitting her G-spot perfectly, and the constant stimulation was driving her crazy, her insides were tightening and her walls were squeezing.

"Fuck you," she muttered, closing her mouth when another gasp escaped.

"Just shut up and take it," I replied. I was doing this more for me than her at this point. I still had jizz bottled up that needed release. My arms started to burn from the effort, the weight and the fatigue was setting in. But the sensation of her walls squeezing my dick and her juices spilling were worth it.

I pushed her up and slammed her down, and another moan escaped her lips, and her head rolled back, her eyes twitching and the tears starting to spill.

"You like that, huh?," I asked, repeating the motion. She tried to answer, but another thrust cut her off. "Say it, say you love it," I insisted.

"F-fuck y-you," she managed, her words broken and interrupted by her gasps.

I kept going, picking up the pace, pushing and pulling her hips up and down. I couldn't help myself, the heat was rising and the pressure was growing, and I was nearing the edge. Her walls were tight and her insides were soaked, and her juices were leaking, running down the length and pooling around the base.

The sensation was unbelievable, and the heat was overwhelming. Sana's hands were shaking, and her breathing was becoming ragged. The pleasure was building and the pressure was growing, the fire spreading through our bodies. The sound of our skin slapping and the wet smacks filled the room, and the heat and the friction were making the situation more intense.

My grip on her waist was strong, and the bruises were beginning to form. She was starting to lose her strength, and her movements were slowing, her body was tired and her muscles were sore. She was exhausted, but the orgasm was just out of reach for me. I couldn't just stop there. I needed more.

"I'm so close," I muttered, the words slipping. Sana didn't answer, she was too preoccupied with keeping her breathing in check.

My thrusts became more and more frantic, the urgency and the desperation taking over. Sana's body rocked and her breasts swayed. Her hands were still holding onto my shoulders for dear life, her nails piercing my skin. The pain was mixing with the pleasure and the stimulation, the mix of the different sensations was driving me crazy.

I was on the edge, and I was getting closer and closer. The pressure was rising, the fire was burning and the heat was scorching, the flames reaching its peak. My cock twitched and throbbed, and I could feel it pulse. The muscles contracted, and my balls tightened.

Sana let out another groan, and I felt her pussy clench. Her insides were spasming, and her juices were spilling out of her, coating my length and drenching the sheets. Her face was red, and her eyes were rolling up. Her muscles were twitching and her legs were shaking, and her breathing was labored, her chest heaving.

Two orgasms. Two back-to-back orgasms. It was more than she was able to handle, and the wave of release was crashing through her, tearing through her, and destroying her. Sana couldn't control herself anymore, her body was falling apart, and her mind was fading.

"It's too much," she whispered. Her voice was broken, and the words were barely audible, her body trembling and the tears falling.

I couldn't last any longer. My body was giving out. My cock throbbed and twitched, and the pressure was overwhelming. My balls were tight and my length was pulsing. The heat was scorching, the flame was blazing, and the pressure was mounting. My eyes shut and my face scrunched, and my breathing became erratic.

With one final push, the dam broke, and the climax hit. A wave of pleasure and ecstasy washed over me. My body tensed up and my back arched, my toes and my fists clenching in response. My cock exploded and the load spilled out of me. I was coming inside Sana, and the white cum filled her pussy, flooding her insides and painting her walls.

The orgasm was incredible. The feeling of release was exhilarating. The pleasure was intense, and the pressure was unbearable. My cock twitched and pulsed, and my balls tightened, the muscles working as it moved sperm through me. I could feel my cock pumping and filling Sana, and the heat and the pressure were overwhelming.

The orgasm lasted forever, and the waves of euphoria kept washing over me, the ecstasy and the high taking over. It was unlike anything else, and the sensations were indescribable. I felt like I was floating, the feeling of pleasure and satisfaction was overwhelming, and the rush was unreal.

Slowly, I came back to reality. My vision returned and my breathing stabilized. The tension in my muscles was fading and the fire in my core was dying down. I could feel my cock softening, and the length was getting limp. Sana was exhausted with glazed eyes, the two orgasms had drained her.

Her grip on my shoulders loosened, and her hands fell to the side. The strength in her body was gone, and her limbs were numb. She couldn't hold herself up anymore, and she collapsed, her body falling onto mine. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, and the heat of her body was radiating. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was pounding, and her hair was tickling my skin.

My brain was mush, and her words were barely registering, and the only response I could give her was a nod. My body was tired, and my mind was fuzzy, and the pressure and the heat had taken their toll. I could barely think, and the only thing on my mind was the feeling of euphoria and ecstasy.

"I hate you," Sana said, her voice low and hushed, the exhaustion evident.

"I know," I answered, my hand moving on its own to grip an ass cheek.

Sana let out a yelp, and her body tensed. "Stop, don't," she whined. Ignoring her, I gave her another squeeze, the soft flesh spilling in-between my fingers. "I said stop," she cried.

"And I'm saying no," I countered. My hand moved on its own, grabbing and groping, pinching and teasing the girl. The sounds escaping Sana were music to my ears, and I wanted nothing more than to keep her trapped here, at my mercy, forever.

"You're such a fucking asshole," she moaned, her voice cracking.

"I'm your fucking asshole," I quipped, "now come on, round two."

"No, no, no," she begged, her voice weak and broken.

"Yes, yes, yes," I replied, moving my hands to her hips. With a bit of struggle, I lifted her and let my cock slide out, before bringing her back down.

Sana let out another whimper, and her body went limp, her muscles relaxing. The girl had no more fight left, and she was done. The pleasure had drained her, and her orgasms had wrecked her completely. She was completely at my mercy, and I could do whatever I wanted with her.

"Fuck you," she mumbled.

"That's the plan," I responded, giving her ass a light slap. I slid off of the couch bed, whipping my head around and listening for any awake sounds of life inside the cabin, but everything was dead quiet. Sana laid sprawled on the sheets, her body exhausted and her breathing shallow, her eyes glazed over.

I stood there for a moment, just staring at her. Her half-naked body, the smooth, pale skin, the soft curves and the perky breasts that laid smushed under her weight, the plump butt, her meaty thighs, the panties that hung around her knees.

Fuck, she was so damn sexy.

The sight made my dick twitch and grow. Fuck, she was just too perfect. Her body was amazing, and her curves were flawless, and her tits were so perky, and her ass was so round, and her thighs were so thick. I couldn't just end it there, not with one more round in me.

"We're not done yet," I told her.

"What," Sana asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm not finished with you," I said, grabbing her thighs and lifting her hips into the air. She tried to resist, but the fatigue had made her weak, and the two orgasms had sapped her strength.

"Wait, no, no more," she whimpered, the exhaustion making her voice raspy and hoarse.

Sana was trying to say something, but her words were jumbled, and the sentences didn't make sense. "You don't have it," she repeated.

"What," I asked, not sure if I heard her correctly.

"You don't have it," she said, her words starting to become coherent, "no more in you."

"Oh, I do."

"Nuh, uh," she responded, "can't."

"Watch me," I retorted, jamming two fingers inside her. The sudden movement made her yelp, and her eyes flew open. "Now, be a good little slut and take it."

"But," she choked, "no more in you."

"Yes there is, and we're going to finish the night off with one last round," I said, fishing my digits around, coating them in a mixture of our cum.

"But, no, can't," Sana mumbled. I didn't listen to her, and I pulled my fingers out, the fluids clinging to them. "You don't have more in you," she insisted, finding the energy to be defiant.

"Oh, fuck you," I scoffed.

"No, fuck you," she shot back. It was nice to see Sana flinch when I let the wet digits graze her asshole, the muscles tightening as she realized what was about to happen. "W-wait, no, no, don't," she begged, finding the strength to pull away.

"Oh, no, you don't," I growled, grabbing her hip with my free hand and forcing her back down. "You're not leaving until we finish, understand?"

"Fuck you," Sana said again.

"If you're gonna keep saying that, then shut the fuck up and just take it," I growled, forcing my cum-covered fingers inside her. The action made her body jolt and her back arch. She let out a yelp and her hands flew to her mouth, covering the sound.

"Stop, stop, please," she cried in a hushed whisper. I ignored her, and I pushed deeper, and her insides squeezed around my digits. The heat was scorching, and her muscles were spasming. "Oh god, please, stop," she whimpered, the words muffled and her face turning red. I gathered saliva and spat on her hole, and the thick and warm liquid ran down and coated her cheeks.

"You like that, huh? You like my fingers up your ass," I teased. Sana didn't respond, and her body tensed tightly, and the pleasure and the pain were mixing. "Say it," I demanded.

"I love it, stop, stop, stop," Sana rambled, her words a mess, the sentence broken and incoherent.

I pushed my fingers further inside, and her walls squeezed around them. "Come on, admit it, you love it," I pressed, forcing her further and deeper.

"Oh, fuck, please, I love it so much please, stop, stop, stop," she begged, her eyes starting to water once again.

"Say you love it," I urged, pulling the digits out and slamming them back in.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Sana cried, the words leaving her lips like a chant, the pain and the pleasure were making her mind spin. "I love it, please, I love it," she mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah you do," I laughed, "come on, admit it, you're a dirty, dirty, little slut who loves getting her ass fucked."

"I'm a dirty, dirty, slut," Sana whined, the words leaving her lips. "Please, stop, no more."

"Oh no, we're not done yet," I said, spreading her cheeks apart with my free hand. I pulled my finger out, deeming her ass lubed enough, and lined my cock with her hole, the tip teasing the entrance.

"Oh god, oh god," Sana whimpered, realizing what was about to happen.

"Relax, it'll feel good," I promised, pushing in slowly. The feeling of her hole squeezing around the head was indescribable, the tightness and the pleasure was incredible.

"Shh, shh, sleeping," I reminded her, looking down to see the tears running down her cheeks, her hands still covering her mouth.

"Please, no more," Sana cried, "it's too much, I can't."

"It'll be fine, relax, I got you," I cooed, pushing in even further. Sana's ass was unbelievable and the sensation was unreal. This was a crazy different type of tight than her pussy, this was a new level of insane.

"God, please, just stop," Sana begged.

"You're doing so good," I praised, rubbing her thigh. Her muscles were spasming, and the tension was growing, and the pressure was building. I forced myself deeper, the friction trying to stop me was driving me crazy.

"Shh, shh, sleeping," I reminded her again. Her eyes were tearing up, and her body was trembling, and the look in her eyes was a mixture of pain, pleasure, and frustration. Her pussy was dripping, and the juices were leaking, and her insides were spasming, and her legs were shaking.

"You're doing great, just relax," I assured her.

"You're so mean," she whimpered.

"Maybe, but you're still here, so you must like it," I teased.

"Fuck you," Sana replied, the words muffled by her hands. I groaned, the sight of her taking my dick in her ass was a major turn on. Her cheeks were flushed, and her face was wet, and the look in her eyes as she looked back at me was amazing.

"God, please," she cried, her voice cracking.

"You're so tight," I grunted, "god, this is so hot."

"You're so mean," Sana sobbed.

"I know," I agreed, forcing myself deeper, "and you love it." It took longer to fully push myself inside, her ass was way tighter than her pussy.

"Come on, you're doing great," I cooed.

"Oh god," Sana whined.

"Almost there, almost," I grunted, "almost, almost, almost."

"It's so much," Sana grunted.

"You're so beautiful," I moaned.

"I hate you so much," she replied, her voice shaky and her body trembling.

"Just a little more," I said, forcing myself all the way, "we're there, we're done." Sweet relief once I bottomed out. I was able to catch a breath as I sat there with my penis all the way inside of Sana’s anal cavity.

"Oh god," Sana cried, the feeling of a massive foreign object invading her insides must’ve been alarming.

"I'm not moving yet," I told her, "I'm gonna let you adjust."

"Just fuck me," Sana snapped, the frustration and the pain evident.

"Okay," I conceded, starting a slow rhythm at my body's expense.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Sana mumbled. The sounds coming from her were tantalizing, the moans and the groans were addicting, and the cries and the whimpers were pure candy.

"Oh, oh, god, fuck, shit," I cursed, my head making out the various edges and surfaces of her butthole as I tried moving around.

"God, this is so good," I groaned.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Sana sobbed.

"Oh, this is unreal," I grunted.

"Shit, shit, shit," Sana cursed. The balled up panties in my hands found a purpose when they were shoved in her mouth, and the surprise caused her eyes to widen and the words to die in her throat. "Shut up," I whispered, a bit more forceful than intended, "we don't want everyone hearing you, now do we?"

The muffled protests went unheard, and my thrusts increased, my body demanding satisfaction. The look of anger in her eyes was not threatening enough for me to stop, and the tears rolling down her face conflicted with what she was trying to tell me.

My hands reached forward, cupping her perky breasts. My thumbs flicked her nipples, the hard nubs reacting to my touch. I pinched and pulled, the stimulation making Sana squirm and whimper. Her insides clenched around me, the spasming and the clenching sending jolts of electricity through my cock.

"So fucking hot," I groaned, the sensation was unbelievable. My body was tired but I was determined, and the exhaustion was fading, and the energy was returning, and the desire and the lust were building.

"God, you're so sexy," I moaned.

"Ngh, ah, hngh," Sana whimpered, her body shaking and her eyes watering. My hands blindly found them sitting on her ass, and I spread her cheeks, allowing myself to penetrate even deeper.

"Oh god, this is so good," I panted.

"Nuh, uh," Sana protested, the words coming out as a slur. My hand rubbed her ass, and the soft skin was addictive. I couldn't get enough of it, and the feeling was indescribable.

"Just admit that you like it," I growled.

"Mmm, mmm, mm," she hummed.

"I can feel you, the way you're squeezing around me, and the way you're moaning, and the way your juices are running down your legs, and the way your pussy is twitching, and the way you're looking back at me, I can see the look in your eyes, you want it," I lectured, my voice low and hushed.

"Mm, mm, mmm," Sana mumbled.

"Stop acting like you're not enjoying this," I grunted, giving her ass a firm slap. The sound quietly echoed in the open area around us. A muffled yelp escaped her, and her insides clenched around my cock.

"Nngh, nnh," Sana moaned, the sound was music to my ears.

"Just say you want it," I panted.

"Mmm," she protested.

"Admit it," I grunted, increasing my pace.

"Nuh, uh, mmnh," she argued.

"Fucking bitch," I spat, delivering a much harsher blow. My hand stung, but the look on Sana's face was worth it, her eyes wide and the pain was evident. "You're going to be a good girl and take this dick, understand?"

"Mm, mm, mm," she whined, the muffled sound was incoherent. I gave her another slap, the sharp sound echoing off the walls.

"I ain't afraid anymore," I growled, my hand landing with another loud smack. The action made her moan, the muffled sounds leaving her throat and reaching my ears.

"Mm, mmm," she said.

"I want everyone to see me wrecking your ass, and hear you screaming and begging for my cock," I whispered. My hand moved to her hair, gripping the long brown strands.

"Ngh, ah, hnnn," she moaned, her voice getting louder.

"You want me to cum inside," I asked.

"Mm, mm, hm, hmm," she responded, nodding her head.

"You're such a good little slut, you'd love nothing more than having me cum inside you, filling you with my load, huh?"

"Mmm, mm, mm, mmm," she groaned, her voice getting louder and the sounds becoming coherent.

"Then admit it, admit that you want me to fuck you until you can't walk," I commanded, the pressure and the heat were building, and the tension and the fire were burning.

"Hhhnnggg," Sana whined.

"C'mon," I snapped, smacking her ass, "you want this."

"Mmmm," she mumbled, her body trembling. I smacked her again, and the muffled sounds were growing in volume. Eventually, I found a rhythm, slapping her and thrusting at the same time. The sounds leaving her mouth were getting louder and louder, and her insides were starting to quiver.

Her juicy ass rippled with every impact, the pale flesh turning pink, then red from her smooth skin getting abused.

"God, your ass is so nice," I complimented, groping the plump cheek.

"Mm, ahh, mmh," she whined, the sound muffled by the panties and the pain in her eyes.

"It's so hot, so fat, and it's perfect," I moaned. My hand continued slapping her ass, the smacks echoing in the big cabin. The sounds were getting louder and louder, the pain and the pleasure were mixing, and the friction and the heat were building.

"God, it feels so good," I panted, my voice shaky and my body tired.

"Ah, mm, mm," Sana cried, her sounds growing in volume. My hand moved from her hair to her ass, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. The friction and the heat were incredible, and the tension and the heat were building.

"Ah, oh, oh god, oh," I gasped.

"Hhhhn, mmm, ahhh, nnngg," Sana groaned.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I whimpered.

"Mmnnn, mmn, mm, mmm, mmm, ahh," Sana cried.

"I'm getting close, oh fuck," I grunted.

"Oh, ahhh, mm, hnnn, hmm," Sana groaned.

"Here we go, fuck, shit," I swore, the pressure and the heat were building. The feeling of her ass was unbelievable, the tightness and the heat were incredible, and the sensation and the friction were unreal.

"Ah, mm, ahhh, ahh, ahh," Sana panted.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I shouted.

"Oh, mmm, ahh, ahhh, ahh," Sana whined.

"Shi-it," I grunted, pushing myself in one last time, burying myself in her. The release felt different, and the orgasm was unlike anything I've experienced before. My cum filled her, and her ass squeezed me dry. The feeling of release from the tip of my dick and flooding her anal cavity was indescribable, the warmth and the wetness was amazing.

"Ngh, mmm, ahhh," Sana hummed, the muffled sounds leaving her mouth. My grip on her hip relaxed, and my other hand stopped spanking her, and instead, started rubbing her bruised ass.

"That's a good girl," I praised.

"Hmnnn, mmn, mmm," she hummed.

"We're done, that's all," I told her, "I'm done."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she mumbled, the sound of relief in her groans.

"Just let me enjoy this a bit longer," I groaned, "I'm gonna pull out now, okay?"

"Mm," she hummed, a quiet whine left her throat as I pulled out. Her ass was gaping, and the hole was leaking, and the sight was unbelievable, the look of her abused hole was amazing, and the view and the sensation were incredible.

"Oh my god, that's amazing," I said, running my finger along the ring. It puckered and tightened, closing off and keeping my cum from dripping.

"Mmn," Sana groaned, dropping fully onto her stomach, her arms falling to her side and the panties still in her mouth. I sighed and caught a breath before laying back down onto the couch-bed next to her. I slowly blinked, staring at the Japanese girl's face as her eyes met mine. I admired the fantasy for just a tad bit longer before I set myself back into reality.

The familiar split-dyed hair was the first thing I saw when my vision adjusted, and her face was a mess of sweat, saliva, and tears, and the look in her eyes was telling. Nakyung's brown eyes were red and watery, the pain and the tears still evident as she stared at me. I held a breath, noting how gorgeous my best friend looked as she lay with the moonlight shining in on her.

It seemed to make her light blue and pink hair shine, almost illuminating it. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried catching her breath. Nakyung reached up and pulled Sana's underwear out from her mouth, the balled up material now damp.

"I'm gonna kill you," she spat, her voice a mix of venom and exhaustion.

"What's with the attitude?" I asked, feigning offense. "You know you liked it."

The lack of argument was telling.

"See? You liked it," I pointed out, and the sound of a dry chuckle left her throat.

"Fuck you," Nakyung conceded, the words leaving her mouth with reluctance.

"You can do that next time," I shot back, a cheeky grin on my face.

"Yeah, yeah," she responded, the lack of argument and the tired smile a sure sign that I won.

"I can't believe I let you do that," she mumbled, and I laughed.

"You were begging me for it," I said, "begging."

"Whatever," She murmured, rolling away from me. She stood up from the couch-bed and found her discarded shorts, pulling them back up over her hips. I watched her readjust her tank top off her breasts and back over her torso. "I should get back to Tzuyu and Sana, before they realize I'm missing."

"Okay," I agreed, letting out a yawn. Nakyung walked over and pressed a chaste kiss against my lips.

"Get some rest," she ordered, her eyes meeting mine. "See you tomorrow morning."

"Good night," I said, watching her turn towards the sliding door. I listened to her steps fade, and the glass door slid open, then closed. My head turned towards the ceiling of the cabin, and the sound of a deep breath leaving me rang through my ears. My eyes rolled into my head as exhaustion hit me all at once. I could not recall what happened after, as sleep took over me, and darkness filled my vision.

Sana Minatozaki - 12/16/23

Woop woop! The winter arc has concluded with THREE new panties in Minjae's (and Nakyung's) collection! I hope these stories came out well for you to read and enjoy! As for my inquiry last chapter, I've taken all your thoughts into consideration and decided to have Minjae start to dip his feet into more restricted territory, mwahahah, that'll be fun to write, and read! Thank you and please leave more feedback! -PI Psst... A little teaser for next chapter... Expect some Chaewon and Haerin love. Gross, not in that way. I mean love.