The afternoon sun streamed through the thin curtains of the Araki residence while the cicadas droned outside, but inside the air-conditioner hummed and Mai Araki knelt on polished tatami with her glossy black hair pooled around her knees like spilled ink. Her husband had left for a three-day business trip minutes ago, and already the neighbor’s twenty-five-year-old nephew had slid the garden door open, hard cock jutting from his sweatpants like a silent invitation. Mai’s heart hammered; cheating had always been the ultimate taboo, but the scent of fresh tatami and the illicit thrill made her tongue dart across her lower lip in anticipation.
Without a word, he stepped forward, the head of his cock brushing the seam of her full lips. Mai Araki took the swollen crown between them slowly, savoring the salty drip that painted her tongue with precum. She hollowed her cheeks, cheeks blooming a soft rose, and let him sink deeper until the tip kissed the back of her throat. A muffled groan rumbled from his chest as she began a steady rhythm, slurping, sucking, drool shining at the corners of her mouth like silver threads.
Her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking in tandem with the suction until the neighbor’s nephew was trembling. Every glide of her tongue traced the thick vein underneath, and each flick against the slit coaxed fresh beads of precum that Mai Araki greedily swallowed. The room filled with the slick symphony of oral sex, punctuated by his low moans and her gurgling hum of pleasure.
She pulled back just long enough to gasp, strings of saliva bridging between her swollen lips and his throbbing dick. “Shh, keep quiet,” she whispered, voice husky, then dove back down, cheeks caving in as she took him to the hilt. The sudden plunge made her eyes water, but the sting only sharpened the pleasure twisting low in her belly. Each bob of her head made her silk robe slip from her shoulders, exposing the creamy slope of her back as she worshipped his cock with single-minded devotion.
He tangled one hand in her glossy hair, guiding her rhythm, while the other brushed the inside of her wrist in silent praise. Mai Araki responded by flicking her tongue around the ridge, swirling in tight circles before dragging slow, flat licks from base to tip. Spit glistened on his balls; she cradled them gently, rolling them between wet fingers, then sucked each testicle in turn, savoring the masculine taste of the neighbor’s nephew.
The edge neared fast. He pumped into her mouth with short, sharp thrusts, hips bucking as heat coiled in his gut. Mai locked her lips around the flared head, cheeks hollowed, eyes upturned to watch every tremor of his face. With a guttural cry, he flooded her mouth; thick ropes of cum splashed against her tongue, painting the roof of her mouth before sliding down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, throat fluttering around the pulsing head until every last drop vanished. Only when his shuddering stopped did she draw back, a thin ribbon of cum and saliva clinging to her chin. She wiped it with the back of her hand, smiled sweetly, and whispered, “Next time, you’ll return the favor.”