Whispers of Lust in the Countryside-Chapter 70 - 69 : Creamy Pussy

The soft clatter of dishes in the kitchen pauses when Haruto’s low voice calls from the bedroom—rough with sleep and fresh hunger.

"Erica... come back here."

She sets the spatula down, a small smile curling her lips as she pads barefoot back down the hallway—still completely naked, skin warm from the stove heat, nipples already perking again in the cooler air of the bedroom. The morning light spills brighter now through the curtains, golden and soft, painting her body in warm glows: faint red marks from last night still blooming on her hips and tits, inner thighs faintly sticky with dried traces of his cum.

Haruto lies sprawled on his back in the center of the bed—sheets kicked low around his waist, cock soft but thick against his thigh from the recent blowjob, chest rising slow and lazy. His eyes darken the moment she steps through the doorway, raking over her naked form like he’s starving all over again.

He pats his chest once—firm, commanding—then crooks a finger.

"Come here. Sit on my face."

Erica’s breath hitches, pussy clenching instantly at the words. A fresh trickle of morning arousal wells up between her folds—clean, sweet, untouched since the shower last night—her virgin-tight entrance already glistening faintly in the sunlight.

She crawls onto the bed without hesitation, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head. The scent of her hits him immediately—warm, feminine musk mixed with the faint clean soap from the shower, but underneath it all the raw, fertile sweetness of fresh morning pussy juice starting to leak just from his command alone.

"Haruto... you want it before breakfast?" she whispers, voice husky and teasing, hovering just above his mouth so her swollen lips brush his lower lip with every word. A thin string of her arousal stretches from her entrance to his tongue when she shifts—shiny and clear in the light.

"Fuck yes," he growls up at her, hands clamping onto her thighs to yank her down the last inch. "Fresh morning cunt... dripping just for me... gonna drink every drop before you feed me anything else."

He pulls her flush—her pussy sealing hot and wet over his mouth.

The first long, slow lick drags from her entrance all the way up to her clit—broad tongue flattening to scoop up the thick bead of morning nectar that’s already pooling there. She tastes clean-sweet, slightly tangy from the night’s lingering essence, pure Erica flooding his senses. He groans deep into her folds, vibration rumbling straight through her clit.

"Ahh—Haruto—yes—" Erica gasps, hips jerking forward instinctively, hands flying to grip the headboard for balance. Her tits sway above him—heavy, nipples dark and stiff—as she grinds down in tiny, needy circles.

He sucks her clit into his mouth—gentle at first, then harder—tongue flicking fast against the swollen nub while his hands spread her ass cheeks wider, opening her completely. Her pussy lips part around his face; fresh juice wells up in rhythmic pulses with every heartbeat, dripping straight onto his tongue in warm, slippery waves. He laps it greedily—loud, wet slurping sounds filling the quiet morning room—tongue dipping into her entrance to fuck shallowly inside, scooping out more of her cream like he’s starving.

"Mmm... so fucking sweet... morning pussy tastes like honey... keep dripping for me—gonna make you soak my face before breakfast—" he mumbles against her folds between sucks, voice muffled and filthy, nose pressed hard to her clit so every breath pulls more of her scent into his lungs.

Erica’s thighs tremble around his ears—hips rocking faster now, grinding her slick cunt against his mouth in desperate little rolls.

"Fuck—your tongue—sucking me so good—Haruto—don’t stop—drinking me—gonna cum on your face—!"

He doubles down—tongue swirling relentless circles around her clit, lips sealing tight to suck hard, one finger sliding in alongside his tongue to curl against that sensitive front wall. Her walls flutter and clench—more thick cream gushing out in hot spurts that he swallows down with greedy gulps, chin and cheeks already glistening with her juices.

She shudders hard—back arching, tits bouncing as a quiet, broken cry tears from her throat. Her pussy spasms around his tongue and finger—fresh morning nectar flooding his mouth in pulsing waves that he drinks eagerly, not letting a drop escape. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

When the tremors finally slow, he gives her one last long, slow lick—cleaning her from entrance to clit—before loosening his grip on her thighs.

Erica collapses forward—forehead resting against the headboard, panting, pussy still twitching against his lips. A final slow drip of her cum rolls down his chin as she lifts off him, strings of it stretching between her folds and his mouth before snapping.

She looks down at him—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed—then leans down to kiss him deep, tasting herself on his tongue.

"Mmm... breakfast can wait a minute longer," she whispers against his slick lips, smiling wickedly. "You just had your appetizer."

Haruto grins up at her—chin and lips shining with her juices—hands sliding up to squeeze her ass one last time before letting her go.

"Go make the food... I’ll be out in a sec. But don’t think we’re done yet."

She laughs softly—breathless—and slips off the bed, thighs still trembling, pussy flushed and glistening as she heads back to the kitchen, leaving him lying there with her taste thick on his tongue and a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face.

The kitchen smells warm and comforting—freshly steamed rice, simmering miso with floating green onions, soft scrambled eggs still sizzling faintly in the pan. Erica turns off the stove, plates everything neatly on the low table in the dining area, her naked body moving with lazy grace. Her skin still glows from the morning light and the earlier face-sitting; nipples dark and slightly puffy, inner thighs faintly sticky with dried arousal, pussy lips still swollen and sensitive from Haruto’s tongue.

She pads back to the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame, one hand resting on her hip.

"Haruto... breakfast is ready. Come eat before it gets cold."

He’s still sprawled on the bed—sheets low around his waist, cock half-hard again just from watching her walk in, eyes dark and hungry as they rake over her naked form. Before she can turn away, his hand shoots out—strong fingers wrapping around her wrist—and he yanks her back onto the mattress with a low, possessive growl.

She lands on her back with a soft bounce, tits jiggling, legs instinctively spreading as he rolls half on top of her. His mouth crashes to hers in a quick, bruising kiss—tongue shoving deep for a heartbeat—before he pulls back, eyes locked on hers.

"Not yet," he rasps, voice thick with fresh lust. One hand slides down her body—rough palm dragging over her belly, then cupping her mound fully. Two fingers part her swollen pussy lips immediately, finding her already slick and warm from earlier. He pushes them inside with a slow, deliberate thrust—curling against that sensitive front wall while his thumb presses firm circles over her clit.

Erica gasps—back arching off the bed, thighs trembling around his wrist. Fresh morning nectar gushes around his fingers in a hot, slippery wave, coating his hand up to the knuckles.

"Haruto—fuck—breakfast—" she whimpers, but her hips buck up into his hand anyway, chasing the pressure.

"I’m not satisfied," he growls against her ear, fingers pumping faster now—wet, obscene squelch-squelch filling the quiet room as he finger-fucks her deep and steady. "You came on my tongue once... but I want more. Want you to squirt all over my fucking face. Drench me before we eat. Gonna make this pussy gush like a fountain."

He pulls his fingers free—coated thick in her cream—and shoves them into his mouth, sucking them clean with a low moan before dropping down between her thighs. He hooks her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide, ass lifting slightly off the bed. Her pussy is presented fully—lips puffy and parted, clit swollen and peeking, entrance fluttering and leaking a steady trickle of clear morning juice.

Haruto dives in without hesitation.

His tongue flattens broad against her slit—lapping from entrance to clit in one long, hungry drag—then seals his lips around her clit and sucks hard. At the same time, two fingers plunge back inside—curling relentlessly against her g-spot in fast, firm strokes while his tongue flicks rapid circles over the sensitive nub.

Erica’s hands fly to his hair—nails digging into his scalp, hips grinding up against his face in desperate jerks.

"Ahh—Haruto—yes—right there—fuck—your fingers—your tongue—gonna—gonna—" Her words dissolve into high, broken moans. Her thighs clamp around his head, trembling violently; her pussy clenches hard around his fingers like a vice.

He doesn’t let up—sucking her clit deeper, fingers pistoning faster, the wet schlick-schlick of her gushing arousal mixing with his muffled groans against her folds.

Then it hits.

Her whole body locks—back bowing off the bed, tits heaving, a raw, choked cry tearing from her throat.

She squirts.

Hot, clear jets of her release explode from her pussy—strong, rhythmic pulses that drench Haruto’s face in warm, glistening sprays. The first gush hits his mouth and chin, splashing across his cheeks and nose; the second arcs higher, soaking his forehead and hair; more follow in shuddering waves—drenching his neck, dripping down his chest in shiny rivers. Her pussy spasms wildly around his buried fingers, forcing out every last drop in forceful squirts that splatter his face, run into his open mouth, and pool on the sheets beneath her ass.

"Fuck—yes—give it to me—drench me—fuck—" Haruto growls against her spasming cunt, tongue still flicking her clit through the flood, drinking down what he can while the rest runs in thick streams down his jaw and throat.

Erica collapses back—panting, shaking, thighs quivering around his head as the last weak spurts trickle out. Her pussy twitches and flutters, entrance gaping slightly, a final slow drip of her squirt rolling down her perineum to soak the already-wet sheets.

Haruto finally lifts his head—face completely soaked, hair dripping, lips and chin shining with her release. He licks his lips slow, eyes dark and triumphant.

"That’s my girl... soaked my face like I wanted. Now you taste even sweeter."

He crawls up her body—still dripping with her squirt—and kisses her deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She moans weakly into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

After a long, slow kiss, he pulls back just enough to murmur against her swollen lips.

"Now... breakfast. But don’t think we’re done. You’re gonna feed me with that pussy still dripping."

Erica laughs breathlessly—voice wrecked—then pushes him gently off so she can stand on trembling legs. A fresh trickle of her squirt runs down her inner thigh as she heads back to the kitchen—naked, flushed, pussy still pulsing with aftershocks.

Haruto watches her go—face still glistening with her release—then collapses back onto the wet sheets with a satisfied groan, already hard again and waiting for round two after they eat.