the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.
he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”
that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.
kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”
his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.
kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.
your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.
his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”
you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.
he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”
his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”
he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”
the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”
