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Inside the Camper
“Maomi, do you love me? I’m so happy, I love you!”
Yuma skillfully folded the built-in table with one hand and pulled out the fluffy seats to create a makeshift bed. He gently laid me down and rained down a shower of passionate kisses.
“Wait, what? A-are you serious? Mmmph.”
“When I rehearsed with Tanaka, I checked the whole interior system.”
“Oh, what else? Mmmph.”
He cupped my face with his large hands, tilting my head up as if to say, “Look at me, not the van.”
Yuma kneeling on the seat, who was much taller than me. A shadow fell over me, and he pressed his lips to mine, as if to seal me in.
Surprised by his forcefulness, I opened my lips with a gasp, and his hot tongue slipped into the gap.
He skillfully tangled his tongue with mine from the root, robbing me of my freedom to speak.
“Now, only look at me, okay? Promise.”
Yuma’s voice, mixed with his breath, was sweeter than any I had ever heard. The low tone, which made my eardrums tingle, sent goosebumps fluttering across my back.
Yuma, you’re a real man…
The moment I realized that, I wanted his fervent kisses even more.
“No, no, wait, wait! Isn’t this happening too fast!?”
I tapped his shoulder three times, my legs feeling weak, but he only let me breathe just enough to not suffocate. When I swung my arm, it made a “swish” sound, and the roll curtain behind me opened.
“Hehe, in a forest where the autumn leaves are starting to turn, what a perfect setting. I’m so glad we came in a camper.”
Yuma raised his head and squinted, looking at something far away.
“Huh, is the view that good from the window?”
I tried to turn around, but he deftly flipped me over, saying, “Do you want to see it together?”
With my knees on the seat and my body leaning against the window, I felt Yuma’s weight against my back.
“Wow, it looks like a painting…”
“Ah, nngh..”
His tongue trailing up my ear was wet and made a sucking, moist sound that stimulated my eardrum. I instinctively flinched, and his hand slipped under my long T-shirt.
He gently squeezed the soft tip of my breast, which was encased in a wireless bra.
“Maomi, you’re so cute. Let’s kiss more.”
His voice, as he nibbled on my ear, was gentle, but the hand that held my chin and his large body that trapped me against the window were unyielding.
Just that alone was enough to make my mind melt, and the fingers that continuously teased the tips of my breasts dissolved my rationality.
I think… I’m okay with this…
Yuma said he loved me from the beginning, so it’s not like a one-night stand accident. Wait, is Yuma a veteran at this, too? Is he skilled in this area too?!
He sucked on my tongue and twisted the tips of my breasts, and I climaxed easily.
Not only that, but as if begging for more, I rubbed my breasts against his hand, and moaned, “Yumaaa,” in a syrupy voice.
“I’m happy you’re letting me indulge you.”
Yuma’s touch on my skin became even gentler. He traced my ribs, tickled my belly button, and returned to my breasts, this time kneading them.
He continued to play with the tips of my breasts as I had begged him to. My bare shoulders were licked, and I was half-naked, clinging to the window.
“Agh, aah—ah, someone might see us from the window!”
“It’s okay, no one’s coming. I’ve only developed this one section, so don’t worry.”
“De-deve-loped?”
“This whole area is private property that I bought myself.”
“Bought?” “Myself”?
The unfamiliar words floated in the waves of pleasure.
“What do you mean?”
I tried to turn and ask, but he used my movement to steal a kiss. Trapped between the window and Yuma, I made an inarticulate sound. It was because his thick finger had slid inside of me.
“Maomi, I’m so happy you’re melting with pleasure for me.”
My sweatpants were pulled down, and a wet, sloshing sound echoed in the confined space. He gently tapped the back of my belly, which was throbbing with heat, and I let out a scream.
A gush of honey spilled out, running down my inner thighs and dripping onto the seat.
“Aah, no, it’s a rental, I’m going to stain it!”
“It’s okay. It’s my car, not a rental, so don’t worry. And even if the sofa gets dirty, there are two beds, right? If it gets dirty, Tanaka will take it to the cleaners. Now, let’s focus on what feels good, okay?”
“My car?”
“Tanaka will take it to the cleaners?”
Again, these words that puzzled me. But before I could voice my new questions, Yuma began to explore me diligently.
He found the one special spot and began to rub it with the pad of his finger. I was cornered by his precise and meticulous finger work, and my mind was filled with a moist fog.
Still, I managed to gasp, “Who… is Tanaka?” in a strained voice.
Yuma pouted playfully and said in a sweet voice, “It’s not good to say another man’s name when you’re making such a sexy sound, is it?”
He then pressed his finger into the moistened vaginal wall, pushing towards my belly button.
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