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Since she was so proactive, I stopped restraining myself. My hands weren't just holding her anymore; they began to wander boldly over her warm body. My fingertips slid across her smooth back, feeling her mature, supple curves; my palms moved over her rounded hips and waist—the plump, fleshy feel, different from a young girl's, was irresistible. This mature, flavorful figure... the feel of it was incredible! Every movement seemed to ignite more sparks, rapidly raising the temperature between us.
We shared a passionate tangle for a good while until both of us were out of breath and reluctantly separated our lips. A glistening silver thread of our saliva and alcohol lingered between our mouths, swaying slightly with our breath, looking incredibly erotic in the dim light. Himeko's cheeks were flushed like the most vibrant rouge from the alcohol and emotion, and those usually wise amber eyes were now shimmering and full of hazy color. She panted, fanning herself with her hand, her voice carrying a drunken charm: "Mm... so hot..."
As she spoke, she actually began to undo her own clothes! Her movements had the clumsiness of a drunk but were exceptionally bold. Jacket, blouse... she removed them one by one, tossing them casually onto the carpet by the bed. Soon, her upper body was left with only an exquisite lace bra, and her lower body wore only matching panties. Himeko's mature, explosive body was thus revealed to me almost without reservation! Under the light, her skin glowed enticingly; her fullness, barely held by the bra, seemed ready to overflow, trembling slightly with her breath and radiating soul-stirring charm.
Looking at this vivid scene, I felt my mouth go dry and my breathing turn heavy. Looking at me, still in my clothes, she gave a misty smile: "Trailblazer... you too..." She leaned in, her warm fingers clumsily helping me undo my buttons, stripping away my constraints. With her "help," it didn't take long before I was nearly naked like her.
When the last lace bra was pulled away, and Himeko's staggering fullness was completely liberated, I couldn't help but gasp. The size... it was as plump and full as a ripe melon, perfectly shaped, swaying slightly in the air and radiating fatal temptation! I involuntarily swallowed, feeling a surge of heat toward my nose—damn, it seemed I was getting a nosebleed again!
But I didn't care to wipe it. Looking at that white, plump, near-at-hand softness, I instinctively reached out with both hands and covered them!
"Ngh!" Without the barrier of clothes, the sensation on my palms was... elite! Warm, soft, delicate, and full of incredible elasticity and a heavy sense of weight, as if they could swallow my entire hand. The hand-feel was amazing! I couldn't help but lower my head, leaning into the plump peaks, extending my tongue to lick and suck. Like tasting the sweetest fruit, a hint of warm milk—carrying a faint sweetness different from the alcohol—flowed into my mouth. I spent long minutes lavishing attention on her heavy breasts, alternating between sucking her stiff pink nipples deeply into my mouth and kissing the soft, overflowing flesh, leaving them glistening with saliva.
"Ah... ngh..." The intense stimulation at her chest made Himeko let out a trembling, sweet gasp, her body arching slightly, seemingly inviting me deeper.
After lingering between Himeko's plump breasts for a moment, feeling the incredible softness and the faint sweetness of her milk, I took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her neck and chest, before reluctantly lifting my head. My gaze naturally turned toward her mysterious lower half.
Himeko seemed to notice my shifting gaze and blatant longing, cooperatively leaning back against the soft headboard. Her once-joined legs obediently opened slightly, posing in a way that was convenient for my "appreciation." Looking at the mysterious area covered by the last piece of fabric, I involuntarily swallowed again. I reached out with slightly trembling hands, my fingertips hooking the edges of her panties, and slowly—with a feeling akin to a pilgrimage—I slid the thin fabric down.
As the panties fell, Himeko seemed to feel a bit of shyness—it was, after all, her first time being so completely exposed to me. She instinctively lifted a hand, gently covering her mouth as if to suppress a moan, but those hazy amber eyes didn't look away. Instead, they held a hint of drunken teasing as she looked at me, while she opened her legs wider, revealing the mature, charming landscape of a woman without reservation, letting me gaze.
The sight... once again strongly stimulated my senses! Himeko's mons was plump and rounded, covered with fire-red hair that matched her own, not particularly dense but perfectly covering the core area, forming a sharp contrast with the white, delicate skin around it. Beneath that vibrant red, the labia were tightly joined, forming a plump, enticing shape; the gap, slightly parted from arousal, was constantly seeping glistening, warm love juices, even pulling a few transparent threads when the panties were removed, sparkling with moisture. This ultimate mature charm and unreserved arousal seemed like the most direct and fervent invitation.
I pressed my already burning, wet-tipped member gently against Himeko's shimmering, slightly quivering entrance. Like the most devout pilgrim, I tentatively rubbed and ground against the soft lips. The indescribable softness, as delicate as fine velvet yet possessing incredible elasticity, felt like a series of tiny electrical currents with every touch, shooting up my spine and making my breathing heavier.
Himeko seemed stirred by this gentle teasing, a low, nasally hum escaping her throat, like a complaint at my slowness or a silent urge. And within the valley, as if summoned by a mysterious call, the already plentiful warm honey juices flowed like melting spring snow, wave after wave, wetting the entrance into a muddy mess. The air was filled with alcohol, her mature scent, and the unique, slightly sweet-musky aroma of arousal, weaving a net of desire that could melt anyone.
"It seems Himeko is already impatient to open the door for me..." I thought with a smile, looking at the enticing moisture, knowing no further foreplay was needed. It was time to truly enter this secret garden blooming only for me. I took a deep breath, hands gripping her supple, plump waist—the skin feeling incredibly fine and warm. Then, surging forward slightly with my hips, carrying a near-reckless longing, I tentatively sent that hard front into the warm, slick place!
"Mmm..." Himeko's body snapped tense like a startled cat, but the sound from her mouth was more of a satisfied sigh. The feeling inside was indeed different from what I imagined! It wasn't the looseness I thought a mature woman might have; rather, it had an unexpected, near-green tightness. Although not as extremely tight as March 7th's "single line," this firm wrap was a wonderful contrast to Himeko's plump, mature exterior! Moreover, the inside was even wetter and hotter than I thought, as if immersed in a warm spring; the soft walls pulsated with life, contracting and squirming to tightly suck and entwine me, bringing an intensity that made my scalp tingle.