A gust of wind blows into your face, ruining your hairdo which you had meticulously combed aside for your date today. Granted, you didn’t use any hair products and all you needed to do was sweep your hair back to the side of your face, but you wouldn’t miss the chance to grumble when you could. Nonetheless, now that you’ve taken note that today’s wind blows unfavourably, you head towards your destination.

Nestled within the shopping district, with cobblestoned roads and a beautiful fountain, was one of the most beautiful women you had the chance of meeting. Jet black hair which fell like a mane down her back, held together with a hairband to create a rudimentary ponytail of sorts. On one side of her face, her hair was braided so as to lay gently on her shoulder, whereas the other side was left to flow freely, showing red highlights within them, as if giving a peek into the wild nature of this woman.

And wild she was, or at least her origins. Two fluffy wolf-like ears stood atop her head, twitching and shifting around anxiously, only perking up once you call out to this goddess of a woman.

“Mio!” You say, raising a hand to wave at her. Her eyes, twin orbs of honeyed gold, turn to you and her perfectly sculpted visage, one comparable to the immortal beauties in classic art, reddens as a blush forms over her cheeks. Ookami Mio, wolf lady, V-Tuber, woman, was to be your date for today. She smiles as you walk up to her, the tail, which she keeps meticulously groomed, wags about, as if excited to see you.

“H-Hey, Anon!” She greets you, the blush on her face still not yet abated. You don’t blame her, as you were feeling the awkwardness as well. This was only the 2nd date you had with her, with the first not exactly being an official date. You clear your throat loudly as you give her a quick look down, seeing that she was wearing a black pleated skirt that went down to her knees, along with a white turtleneck sleeveless top, which had a special design where the top half was translucent and lacy, revealing but a hint at her cleavage. Not that she needed such risque designs to show her womanly allure, as she was as buxom as they come. Her bountiful chest seemed to pop right out of her torso and although she wore a thick brown cardigan to obscure her bombshell figure, it only served to exaggerate her head-turning bosom to which you silently appreciated.

You recall the first time you met her, back at some boring corporate closed door expo for tech companies. Her company, Cover Corp, had brought her along to demonstrate their latest motion capture and virtual avatar technology, which to their credit, was quite impressive, but soon enough the reality of courting investors was the bootlicking and headnodding of suited executives, and Mio, the beautiful yet dainty lady she was, had been left to her own devices. You were not sure what had gotten into you to try to approach her, but you remember that you had sauntered over to the bored beauty, who was doing nothing but nursing her drink and tapping her feet, and offered to get her out of this stuffy sausage fest for the suits. That was also the first time you heard her laughter, one of unrestrained, imperfect, yet wholesome enjoyment. She may have kept her image as a proper, mature lady, but underneath all that ladylike demeanour was a girl who simply wanted to enjoy herself. You snuck her out and went about to a nearby cafe, hearing her regal about her job and the amazing friends she made, which to her credit, managed to keep you entertained until your boss gave you a very angry phone call. You thanked her for the “date”, to which she decided to exchange contact details with you, asking for a real date in the near future, which you were more than happy to oblige.

And that’s how you ended up here, awkwardly standing in front of Ookami Mio for your technically “first'' date, and boy were you unprepared. Not in the sense that you didn’t mentally prepare yourself for today, rather it was the sheer fact that there was no way to be able to reasonably be ready to meet such a jawdropping beautiful woman like Mio.

“S-Shall we?” You say, holding a hand out to invite her along. Remember what you practiced! Be confident! Your internal voice tells you.

“A-Ah, of course!” She stammers in response, but takes your hand in hers. It was warm, smooth and set off victory cries in you as her blush deepens to a bright crimson.

You bring her around the shopping district, focusing on some window shopping and the attempt to make some idle chit-chat.

"So… umm, nice weather today, eh?" You ask out, your brain completely fried from overthinking everything.

"Anon, you know better than to use the weather deck, more so on our first real date!" She chuckles, admonishing you in the process. You grumble in a low tone, your own face now taking its turn to blush deep red.

"But it's fine. I didn't choose to date you just because you can't find a topic to talk about. I did it because you actually had the courage to actually ask." She sighs, giving you a small smile.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" You raise an eyebrow curiously.

"Let's just say after our first meeting I did a little bit of fortune telling for myself, and the cards told me that you were a good omen." She replies, her eyes twinkling with what you believe to be hopefulness.

"Heh, you sound like an old woman with all those tarot card readings."

"Oi, watch it. I'm not that old, okay!" She hisses, her ears and tail standing straight.

"Sorry about that, Mio. You're right, no old lady could still maintain their beauty like you do," you say with an apologetic smile.

"Hmph! Since when did you become such a flirt?" Mio huffs at you, but links her arm with yours, and along with her wagging tail, you could tell she accepted your apology.

The two of you continue walking around the plaza, ogling at the odd fashion displays and browsing through stores without really purchasing anything. You were glad that both of you had started getting more comfortable in each other's company, and you yourself did not want to do anything that could potentially ruin this joyous occasion.

As the two of you continue waltzing through the shopping district, you chance upon a florist who had a number of bouquets out for display.

"Anon, look! Flowers! Let's check them out!" Mio yips excitedly as she rushes forward to take a closer look. You smile at her girlish excitement and walk over as well, being sure to give Mio some space for her to nerd out and wag her tail.

You were no expert at flowers, but from your first page Google search of what flowers to buy, you knew the usual flowers were roses, daffodils and baby's breaths. This florist however had plenty of other flowers that you could not name for the life of you, but you weren't going to let it spoil the mood. As Mio continues to ogle at the flowers in wonderment, bending over to take a closer look, you feel the wind pick up once more, blowing right across your face. You wanted to grumble at the slight inconvenience, but your eyes widened at the hidden blessing given to you.

The wind had blown in a way that lifted Mio's knee length skirt, exposing her behind. It was only a moment, but you caught sight of a beautiful pair of black lace panties, one where the lacing was more translucent at certain parts, and it did not escape your notice that her mature age had given ample fullness to her rump, revealing to you the meat that gave her such luscious curves. The moment passes by exceptionally quickly as Mio stands up immediately upon realizing the wardrobe malfunction, turning to you with another embarrassed blush while you look away, pretending as if you had not witnessed her shame.

You silently tell yourself you would never complain about strong winds ever again, glancing towards Mio once more who had now placed her hands behind her skirt, pressing it down to her thighs lest another perverted gust blew by. However, you decide to be a consummate gentleman, and push the lewd thought to the deepest recesses of your mind, opting to save it as a precious memory.

“Are you alright, Mio?” You cough, pretending that you saw nothing. She nods sheepishly, hands still placed on her skirt until you offer yours, which she happily takes. You thought yourself as a perfect gentleman, until the moment her hand touches yours. Immediately your thoughts are blinded by how smooth her skin was, how they delicately pressed into yours, and you also start to notice different things about her, like how nice she smelled, and the glistening of her lips from the lipgloss she wore. All this simple yet sensual feedback lit a fire within you, and much to your chagrin, your mind strays to lecherous thoughts of you indulging yourself in those senses further. How you would love her svelte fingers to run all over your back, how you would caress her bosom with utmost gentleness, and hear sweet, sweet moans escape from those lips of hers. You had yet to be intimate with her, obviously, and these delusions make your brow sweat, your lips dry and the fit of your trousers two sizes smaller.

“Erm, Anon… Do you want to get something to eat?” Mio calls out to you, snapping you out of that luscious reverie.

“Oh, uhhh, yeah let’s get something to eat. I’m famished.” You answer stiffly, licking your lips.. As the two of you walked together to look for some place to eat, you noticed more and more things about her, how even the smallest things were amplified by your senses, sending your thoughts reeling through even more depraved mindscapes. How her hands grabbed on to you, the sway of her hips, the pillowy softness of her breasts as she clings on to you. All of it culminates in you acting apprehensive and giving you an uncomfortable gait in your step, courtesy of the obvious.

Finally, you manage to locate a restaurant that seemed to fit both of your tastes. It was a mom and pop restaurant, but still had the private yet cozy atmosphere thanks to the western styled decorations. You opt to find a seat by one of the stalls at the back, quickly make your order, and excuse yourself to the restroom. There, you quickly unbuckle your pants and let out a huge sigh of relief, your ragingly erect penis now able to get some breathing room. You eye it ashamedly as it throbs in anxious need for release, but you knew if you were to jerk off in here, it would raise suspicion with Mio, which you wanted to avoid at all costs, and you also knew the mere wanking in such uncomfortable surroundings would not be enough for the sweet release you crave for. You grab onto your shaft gingerly with one hand, shuddering as mental images of Mio in less and less clothing explode in your mind, but now was not the time. With an annoyed grunt, you shove back your veiny cock into your pants, and head to the sink to wash your hands. You wash your face as well, cleansing yourself of the lewd thoughts as best as you can, telling yourself you would beat your dick black and blue once you got back home.

As you seat yourself at the table opposite of Mio, she gives you a worried look.

"Anon, I know I asked before, but are you really alright? You've been acting really strangely all of a sudden." Mio says to you, her tone dripping with the motherly worry she was so well known for. Instinctively, she puts her hand on yours, and you feel a jolt of electricity run up your nerves, causing you to jump in your seat.

"Wah!" You yip as you jump, your heart rate skyrocketing from your overreaction. You pull your hand away from hers, squeezing and releasing your fist as you try to stabilize your breathing. You look at Mio, who has her brow furrowed at you and her golden eyes swimming with concern. You think to yourself for a moment on what to say, before letting out a defeated sigh.

"I'm sorry, Mio. It's just that when the wind blew earlier, I, umm… caught a peek at your, err… underwear," you confess, finally able to let it off of your chest. "And uhh- it's been on my mind the whole time, as much as I hate to say it."

Mio this time gives you a quizzical look, but it only lasts for a few moments before the realization sets in, shown by how red her face gets within the minute.

"I-I-I-I- I'm sorry?!" She stammers out. You wince upon her reaction, raising your hand slightly to tell her to keep it down.

"No, no. It's not your fault, it's mine. I-It's normal for a healthy man's body to react like that to such a beautiful woman like you. Especially you." You sheepishly explain.

"Y-You think I'm attractive? An o-old woman like me?" She continues to blush to an even deeper red.

"Of course you are, Mio! You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, in fact you're so beautiful and sexy that it hurts me." You confess, laying the praise on thickly. Mio's ears flutter wildly upon hearing your words, and you could swear you heard the thumping of her tail on the chair she sat on as well.

"W-W-Well, I guess it really is my fault then, isn't it? I-Is there anything I could do to help, umm, ease your pain?" She asks sheepishly, unwilling to meet your gaze. You freeze for a moment, shocked from the sheer magnitude of what she was implying. On one hand, you knew you had to stalwartly decline her offer, as you were a gentleman. But the other part of you, the louder, needier, and primal part of you whispered, no, screamed at you to take up her offer. When else would an opportunity for you to be intimate with such a bombshell of a woman? When else would you be able to live out the fantasies that run rampant through your head?

"I… uh- I really shouldn't, Mio," You start, but she cuts you off.

"No, no, no! I insist, Anon! Please, let me help you!"

"No, it's alright! Really! Mio, I don't want you to be doing things that you really don't want to," you hiss at her anxiously, as the primal voice in your head tells you to indulge her request.

"But I don't want you to be in pain when I can hel-"

"Sorry for the wait, here's your food!" Announces the elderly woman who was your waitress for today, serving the food to the two of you. An awkward moment of silence passes between the two of you as your embarrassing conversation is cut short. The waitress puts a hand on your shoulder as she leaves, whispering;

"Don't let this one go, young man. She may be a bit older, but that only plays better in what she can do for you." The waitress gives you a playful wink before shuffling back to the counter, leaving the two of you to eat in awkward silence.

Eating was a somber affair as the two of you try not to meet each other's gaze, nor do you try to get any sort of attention from others lest they find out the lewd truth. However, your raging erection still struggles within your pants, throbbing painfully as it pushes against its cloth prison. Finally, your hand brushes against hers as both of you reach out for the salt at the same time, eyes meeting as well.

"Mio, if you really want to help me, let's find a spot somewhere where you can… relieve me," you say with some forced finality, giving in to the voice in your head. She nods silently in response, and the two of you quickly finish up your meals before heading out, the elderly woman giving you another knowing smile.

The air between the two of you hung like an electrically charged cloud, metaphoric lightning sparking between you two as the reality of what was to happen begins to set in. If sexual tension was something tangible, it felt as real as it could possibly be, gripping you at your most sensitive spots. Laboured breathing, glances stolen, and of course, the occasional brushing of hands interrupt your frantic search for a private abode where you can finally attain the release you sorely desired.

Finally, in your heated desperation, you find a fashion boutique that was manned by a single woman. Without hesitation, you grabbed Mio’s wrist and practically dragged her into the store, much to her yipping and protesting. Upon entering, the shopkeeper approaches you with a smile, welcoming two new potential customers.

“Hi there, how can I help you?” She goes, looking at you, and then Mio, and then back at you. You cough loudly, as if indicating for Mio to speak up, which she fortunately does so.

“O-Oh, it’s f-fine. We’re just going to b-browse through your clothes.” Mio squeaks out.

“Do you… um, have a changing room?” You add in, licking your lips in anticipation.

“Of course, it’s all the way at the back. Feel free to use it.” The shopkeeper eagerly answers you, pointing towards the back of the shop. You look at Mio, who’s golden eyes widen upon the realization of the intent of your question, and nod at her. She smiles at the shopkeeper, who now leaves you to stand behind the counter once more.

As you head towards the back, Mio in tow, you grab a few random articles of clothing and shove it into Mio’s hands, who frantically tries to balance them while being pulled along by you. Eventually, you reach the changing room, which was nothing more than a rectangular box which could barely fit the two of you, its width barely able to accommodate the two of you, but you don’t care. Getting inside, you pull the curtain which constitutes a “door” and latch it shut. It was only then that Mio started to speak up to you.

“Anon, what has gotten into you?!” She hisses in a low voice. You blink a few times, the haze of delirium which obfuscated your mind finally lifting as you realize how small the changing room was, and now that you could see yourself in the mirror, you realize how depraved you had become, so much so that you were basically pinning Mio against the wall of this cramped compartment.

"S-Sorry," you bleat out as you try to make some distance, which of course fails. Instead, all the jostling causes her thighs to bump into your crotch, sending another electric jolt up your spine, reminding you of why you brought her here in the first place.

"Aaah, I'm sorry about that!" Mio apologizes profusely as she also realizes the situation. She clears her throat before looking at you with determined eyes, albeit the blush in her cheeks have yet to abate.

"S-So, how can I help r-relieve you?" She says, trying her best to put on a brave face. As you ruminate an appropriate response, cold feet starts to get to you as your nervousness kicks in. You almost wanted to call this whole embarrassing shindig off, until the voice in your head, the same primal voice tells you what to do.

You place your hands on Mio's shoulders, causing her to look at you with surprised eyes. Without missing a beat, you press your lips against hers, giving her the first kiss, and hopefully one of many more to come.

Ookami Mio, the beautiful black haired wolf lady, practically melts from your kiss. She doesn't give any sort of resistance as you envelop her lips with your own, eyes fluttering as the shock of your sudden actions begins to fade, settling into the pleasure of it all. Much to your surprise, she was the one to start the tongueplay, and you feel her tongue press against your lips, opening them to allow entry. With a muffled moan, her tongue explores all over within your oral cavity, running across your teeth, gums and of course, your own tongue. Although you had instigated this kiss, she was the one who was now taking control, lapping, nibbling, licking and drinking everything that was in your mouth, as if born from her own animalistic need for companionship. Furthermore, her arms wrapped themselves around your body, pulling you in closer to her, where you could clearly feel her large, soft and pillowy chest pressed tightly against you. And even then her hands got busy caressing and molesting any part of your body it could find.

Finally, after what seemed like a lecherous eternity, she breaks off the kiss, and you see within her eyes an amorous glaze, coupled with a face flushed red, but this time not with embarrassment, but lust.

"Mio," you call out to her softly, but she responds by planting her lips on the base of your neck, kissing and nibbling on it as if to leave her mark on you. A low, needy growl escapes her throat as she finally vocalizes her own thoughts.

"When you kissed me, it felt like a switch was flipped inside me. Now all I want… is you."

"Mio… I-I want you too. I really, really want you right now." You answer with a whimper, her sudden change in attitude somehow fueling your own lust. Slowly, Mio descends down your body, ending up squatting in front of you bowlegged, her face completely level with your crotch. She struggles for a moment while unbuckling your trousers and hooking her fingers into your waistband, but soon enough you feel them loosen and as she pulls it down along with your underwear, your cock springs out at the ready.

"Wah!" Mio cries out in shock as your penis springs out in full force, so much so that it actually slaps her on the cheek, the impact of flesh on flesh being heard even by yourself.

"Y-you're so b-big," she exhales in shock. You glance down and see her breathing erratically, her golden eyes glued directly to your now throbbing meat pole.

While you knew you weren't the biggest, standing at an above average 8 inches, seeing Mio become completely flabbergasted at your size boosted your below average ego. You admit that while you have been with a very few number of women before, none of them have turned you on as much as Mio did, and god did you want to do some unsavoury things to her.

Your cockhead twitches once more in anticipation, causing Mio to snap out of her hypnotized torpor. With a deep breath, she starts by giving the head an exploratory smooch, to which it twitches even more excitedly in response. Satisfied with your reaction, Mio begins kissing down the length of your shaft, starting from the head and going right to your balls, where she ends by nestling her nose right at your scrotum, taking in deep whiffs of your musk.

A moan escapes from your lips, to which you quickly slap your hand on your mouth to silence yourself, lest it notifies the shopkeeper, a simple yet opaque curtain being the only barrier between you two and the outside world. Below, your whole world spun as Mio now changed from her short pecks to now running her whole tongue all over your hard, throbbing member. The tongue that was just inside of your mouth now lewdly wrapping and unwrapping itself along your length, turning it into a glistening and slick piece of meat, well lubricated from her spit and your own precum.

She looks up at you with those golden orbs of hers, mouth agape and tongue lolling, her breath being felt by your erect penis, twitching from the contrast of her hot breath and your moistened skin. Within her eyes was a sense of restrained longing, silently awaiting your approval, to which you were more than happy to give with a nod of your head. As you gulp dryly, she closes her eyes and before you know it, your cock is engulfed by her mouth.

You've felt the same bolts of lightning shooting up your spine from the various touches you had with her, but never were you prepared for the consecutive jolts that ran up your nervous system as your cock entered her warm, wet mouth. Mio then begins to rock her head back and forth, sending your senses reeling once more as her pace increases exponentially, the sounds of wet, lewd slurping starting to fill this cramped space. You feel your knees beginning to buckle as Mio presses her weight into your hips, one hand clutching your thigh, and the other beneath her as you try your best to hold steady from her oral onslaught on you.

“Dosh dish feew good?” She gurgles with your cock still halfway in her mouth. You look down at this woman, who’s eyes were burning with lustful intent, drool seeping out of the corners of her mouth as her tongue still licks and laps the tip of your cock head.

“God, Mio, it feels fucking good.” You confess in a barely stifled moan. Mio’s eyes glimmer once more, a sense of pride filling them upon hearing your response. She releases your member, pulling away as a string of drool still connects the two of you together. She opens her mouth wide, putting a finger in her cheek as if to pull it open wider.

“Then relieve yourself, Anon. Do whatever you want to me. Use me.” She urges you, to which you heed without thinking it through, your baser instincts controlling your bodily motions. You place both of your hands on her head, your thumbs resting right at the entrance of her wolf ears, where it was the fluffiest, and thrust your hips forward. Your cock, lined perfectly with her opened mouth, is once again engulfed in that cavern of pure, moist bliss as sparks go off in your head.

Part of you was worried that your length would be a problem for her, especially with how violent you were going, essentially facefucking her, but the better part of you didn’t care, only focusing on the fleshly pleasures you were given, and the climactic release you sorely desired. Sounds came out of her throat which started from slurping but soon devolving to gagging as you railed her seemingly endlessly. Even worse(or perhaps better), the gagging made her throat constrict around your cock, sending another rush of those pleasurable bolts of electricity through you once more. Eventually, you feel the pressure within your loins becoming unbearable, and you knew it was coming.

“Gonna… cum…Mio!” You cry out as your vision begins to blur. Mio lets out another gurgle, to which you pause for a moment, allowing her, in a literal sense, a breather.

“In my… mouth,” She coughs, giving you those eyes that seemed to beg you to treat her like nothing more than a disposable toy. “Cum inshide my mouth,” she continues, opening her mouth wide once more.

A switch within you flips, and as you grab onto her hair once more, you thrust into her with all your might. She tries to let out a squeal of surprise, but it’s quickly silenced as her mouth and throat is filled with your meat. You were already thrusting into her quite intensely from before, but now you were driven by a pure, selfish need for release. The pressure builds within your core once more, and you feel it travel down your groin, into your shaft, ready to burst out. With one final thrust, you hilt yourself within Mio’s throat, her nose flattening against your groin.

“C-Cumming!” You moan out, as the electric jolts that filled you with pleasure begin to overload your senses, your neurons begin to spark and fizz out as rope after rope of pearly white cum is blasted out of your cock, the slit expanding to the point where it almost hurts had it not been for the overwhelming pleasure. It lasts for a full minute, although to you it felt like forever, until you feel the wave receding and Mio weakly slapping at your thighs with her hands. You hurriedly let her go, letting her fall to her knees as she gags and coughs, her spit mixed with your cum dripping from her mouth while she puts a hand over her mouth to prevent any further spillage.

Now that you had blasted what seems like a week’s worth of cum, you find your legs weak as you lean back against the wall for support. As for Mio, she tilts her head upwards before swallowing deeply, and then showing you her open mouth, now devoid of the reservoir of cum which you had given her but a moment ago. God that was hot. The two of you share a moment of silent staring as you bask in the afterglow, until another voice cuts into the air.

“Everything okay in there, miss?” The voice of the shopkeeper calls out from the other side of the curtain. You give Mio an anxious look, which she shares.

“Uhhh, ummm… yeah, everything’s ok. Just a little bit of coughing.” Mio cries out in response.

“Alrighty then, but what happened to the fine young man who was with you just now?”

“He-ummm, is somewhere else for now. He’ll be back.”

“Ooookay then miss, take your time in there. If you need any help just holler, alright?” The shopkeeper says. Soon, you hear her footsteps fade away and then the silence which relieves you. The two of you sigh, thinking that the coast was now clear.

“Alright, that was intense. Was that enough to relieve you, Anon?” Mio asks, shakily getting up to her feet.

You were about to nod, but as your eyes travel down her body, you see a puddle below her, one whose source you were very well aware of.

“What about you, Mio? Do you need some relieving now?” You ask with a sly smile. The deep red blush returns to her face once more as she shakes her head fervently.

“No, no! I’m f-fine! I just did what you asked me to!” She retorts, one hand instinctively being placed atop of her crotch. You don’t believe her, and pounce upon her, planting your face against her hips.

“A-Anon!” She hisses, trying to keep her voice down. “What are you doing?”

“Returning the favour,” you answer as you deftly hook into the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down in a single motion. There, you are greeted by the same sight you were blessed with earlier, the lacy black panties contrasting against her smooth, pale skin. Except this time, the fabric was thoroughly soaked, sticking to her skin and even dribbling down the insides of her thighs.

“Anon, please, you don’t have to do anythiiiiiiii-” She starts, but is cut short as your tongue runs up her thighs, lapping up the sweet nectar she had secreted. You don’t let up, raising one of her legs and kissing all the way up to her groin, where the fabric was the wettest.

“Let me do this for you, Mio. I know you need it as well.” You say to her, breathing down her soaked panties. She keeps silent, but you take it as consent as she doesn’t resist you pulling down her panties, dropping it down to one ankle.

This time, your eyes are greeted by an incredibly alluring scene. Her comparably thin waist widened out to her meaty hips and thighs, hinting to how rear-heavy she was, which of course, you already knew. Her mons pubis had a thin, well trimmed bush of pubic hair, and her fleshy pink labia twitched and dripped with the nectar of her vaginal discharge. Although you had already busted a fat load earlier, you feel the heat within your gut building once more as you lick your lips hungrily.

“No, Anon. You don’t have to do this, you really doooOOOUUOooOOHhhhh!!!”

You pressed your lips into her most precious place, your tongue returning the favour she did to you with much gusto.You lapped up as much as her liquid discharge as you could, savouring the slightly salty taste of it, but it seemed endless as her whole lower body quaked from your cunning linguistic skills. Your tongue not only licks her labia, but seeked out the prize nestled within them. The clitoris, which now revealed itself to you, was thoroughly, and lovingly abused by your tongue. You trace circles around it, hearing Mio mewl and growl in pleasure at your efforts, which only fueled you to press up against her even tighter.

Her hands shoot down to run through your hair, caressing your scalp as she begins to melt from the pleasure. She even wraps her legs around your neck, resting them against your shoulders. The pliable yet squishiness of her thighs aroused you further as you sink your nails into her equally meaty rump, spreading it apart to her barely contained moans. Your tongueplay picks up its pace, digging deeper into her fleshy folds, the heat emanating from it creating wafts of hot air as a sign of how pleasurable it must feel for her, and hinting to you that she was getting close to her own climax.

“C-Cumming, Anon. I’m gonna-” She slurs, her fingers now clutching at the roots of your hair. You take it another step further, pressing your tongue flat against her swollen clitoris.

“UuuuuooooooOoooOoOorrGGggggHhhhhhH~” She cries out as a torrent of her ejaculation sprays out at your face, drenching your face and her thighs. The waterworks lasted only for a few seconds, but it was enough to slake your thirst as well as cause her whole body to quiver from the orgasmic release. You see her insides still twitch from the pleasure, and you knew what you had to do from this point on.

Rising up, you wrap your hands around her waist once more, pulling her into an embrace. Mio, who was breathing hoarsely, gives you a delirious look as she wonders what you’re up to this time.

“Let’s feel good, Mio. Together.” You whisper into her ear, pressing your already hardening penis against the insides of her slick thighs. She whimpers in response, yet her beautiful, golden eyes betray her still burning need for intimacy. You give her a kiss right on her ear, nibbling and smooching her with all you have, and she moans out once more, this time wrapping her arms around your back.

“T-Together,” She replies weakly, spreading her legs in invitation for you. You smile at her, lining yourself up to her entrance, giving her playful jabs with just the tip barely breaching into her, to which she whinnies out impatiently at your teasing.

“Mouuu, don’t tease me like that, Anon.” She complains with a somewhat annoyed tone.

“Alright, alright. Here I go, Mio.” You say, as you insert yourself into her slowly. Her breathing hitches as you feel her vaginal walls stretch and spread to accommodate to your size. She’s feeling it, alright. And so were you. You were feeling everything that was Ookami Mio. Every single fold that latched onto your shaft, the pressure of her pussy squeezing on you in retaliation of you spreading her apart, and how it convulsed and pulsed to her own rhythm. It took you almost everything to not blow your load right her and now, but you persevere for her sake.

You start slowly once more, thrusting up into her as best as you can, considering that the two of you only had little space to stand about. But even so, you didn’t care about the minor discomfort, as you were now having sex with the woman of your dreams. Mio, who’s body quaked with the sheer sensation every now and then, kept her eyes closed, as if trying to focus on not trying to scream, cum, or both. Her arms shoot up to clasp your cheeks, and she opens her eyes. Her beautiful, honey gold orbs of pure love.

“Kiss me, Anon. I wanna kiss you.” She exhales, her eyes telling you how much she wanted it. You oblige her, essentially smashing your lips against hers, as you express your love directly into her mouth.

She melts into you once more, eyes affluter and arms around your neck as your tongue, lips and saliva become one. You didn’t forget her lower mouth of course, building up your rhythm of rocking back and forth as her vagina becomes acclimatized to you. Every squeal, moan and mewl were silenced by your own mouth as you plant your lips firmly against hers, only letting her tongue protest against yours as you drown in the pleasure that was Ookami Mio.

Everything about her was incredibly arousing to you. How meaty she was in the right places, how her body twitched and quaked every time you hilted yourself within her, how the wet, fleshy slapping noises drowned out every other noise in your head as the two of you indulged in each other’s bodies. Her body, now firmly pressed against the wall of the changing room, barely fought against your advances, with only the insides of her vagina constantly squeezing you with its unpredictable, erratic convulsions. It was enough to drive any man mad with lust, and the fire within your core was reaching critical mass.

“Mio, I’m about to cum. Let me pull out,” you tell her, well aware of the consequence of releasing inside of her, as much as it disappointed you.

“No~.” She mewls out. “I want you to cum inside. I want to cum together. You promised.” She squeaks out with a hint of neediness.

Fuck it, you tell yourself. You wanted, no, you needed to cum into this older woman’s deepest parts. You needed to paint her inner walls white and ensure that your progeny was seeded within her womb. Triplets, you thought to yourself. Or perhaps more. Ahhhh, that can come later. You need to cum inside her now.

You pull yourself almost all the way out, the corona of your glans hitching against her entrance, as you drive yourself as deep as you can into her but a moment later. You feel something hard slam against the tip of your dick, which you believed to be the entrance of her cervix. Her nails dig into the flesh of your back as you feel your mind white out, the pleasure quite literally exploding within your head.

“NnnnnngggAAaAaaaaaahhhhhHHHhh~” The two of you cry out in unison as your orgasms hit. From yourself, a torrent of white, hot and virile semen splashes about, filling up her most precious place to the brim as you spurt out at least half a dozen times. Her own orgasm makes her vaginal walls squeeze you in a wave motion, milking out all you had and her secretions trying to force your dick out of her, to which you resist with the last remaining dregs of your strength.

After a while, the heat of your passionate lovemaking recedes, and the two of you begin to slide down to your knees, the bliss of the afterglow about to set in, when the voice of the shopkeeper rings out.

“Excuse me, I don’t know what you two are doing in there, nor do I want to know, but please leave the premises immediately!” She shouts out sternly. The two of you stare at each other in shock, frozen for a moment, before the two of you scramble to put your clothes on. Soon enough, the two of you exit the store, glared by the shopkeeper as you leave.

Now the two of you stand in front of the store, sharing yet another moment of awkward silence. You struggle to find the right words to say, but eventually decide to just confess your feelings to her. As you turn to her, she turns to you as well, as if having something to say as well.

“Ummm, you first?” You say sheepishly. Mio’s expression seems to want to frown, before she takes a deep breath.

“Anon, I-I want to be in a real relationship with you. I f-found that we’re very compatible, at least physically, and I really, really want to make this work. B-But I understand if this is too much to ask for,” She says, ending her sentence with a low tone. You see her ears droop and her tail wrap around her leg, as if afraid, and in that moment you decide that you are going to spend the rest of your life with her. With a single step, you embrace her in your arms, feeling the warmth of her love, and sharing your love with her.

“Of course I do, Mio. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and make you a mother.” You tell her, to which she squeals and hugs you back. It goes on for a bit, but then she speaks up again.

“Can we, uhhh, grab a hotel for the night? I’m feeling tired, but uhh, I would like to have a proper session with you, if that’s alright.” She says with a blush, her ears this time twitching in anticipation. You smile, slipping your hand into hers, and heading out into the burgeoning night with the woman you loved.

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