Hikaru Kirishima sinks into the steaming onsen water, the moonlight glinting off her wet, glistening skin. The mountain air is crisp, the silence broken only by the soft bubbling of the natural hot springs. But the real heat isn’t from the mineral-rich water—it’s from the way her lover’s eyes devour every curve of her bare body. She smiles, teasing, letting one slick thigh rise above the surface, droplets sliding down like liquid desire.
“You came all this way just to see me naked, didn’t you?” she purrs, her voice low and honeyed.
He doesn’t answer with words. He steps into the pool, the water rising over his chiseled torso, his cock already hard and bobbing just beneath the surface. Without hesitation, Hikaru Kirishima shifts forward, her fingertips trailing down his chest, then lower, wrapping around his thick shaft. A gasp escapes him. She loves that—the power she has, the way her touch makes strong men tremble.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispers, stroking him slowly, torturously.
“You,” he growls. “Hikaru Kirishima, I want you on your knees. I want to feel your mouth around me.”
She grins, then sinks beneath the warm water, her hair fanning out like ink in a stream. Her lips close around his cock, hot and tight, the suction amplified by the buoyancy of the spring. He groans, fingers threading into her hair as she bobs, deep-throating him with practiced ease. Bubbles rise around them, evidence of her relentless pace.
When she emerges, gasping and smiling, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Good boy,” she teases. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
She turns, presenting her round, firm ass to him, pressing her pussy against the edge of the stone pool. “Fuck me from behind. Make me scream into the night.”
He doesn’t hesitate. One hand grips her hip, the other guiding his cock to her soaked entrance. With one powerful thrust, he’s inside her, deep, filling her completely. Hikaru Kirishima cries out, the sound echoing through the valley. Each snap of his hips drives her forward, her tits bouncing with every movement, her clit rubbing against the slick rock.
“Harder,” she demands. “Pound me like you’ll never get another chance.”
And he does. The slap of skin on skin mixes with the hiss of the springs. Her moans grow louder, more desperate. She’s close, so close, her inner walls fluttering around his cock like a vice.
Then, suddenly, she pulls away. She flips onto her back in the shallow end, legs wide, fingers already working her clit. “Cum on me,” she orders. “Cover my tits, my face, my pussy. I want to feel you everywhere.”
He strokes himself furiously, his breathing ragged. Within seconds, thick ropes of cum erupt from him, painting her stomach, her chest, her lips. Hikaru Kirishima moans, spreading the warm seed across her skin, rubbing it into her nipples, tasting it on her tongue.
“Hikaru Kirishima,” he whispers, collapsing beside her. “You’re unforgettable.”
She smiles, drifting back into the water. “And we’re just getting started.”
