A Story About Silencing a Big-Breast, Silent Woman and Her Big-Butted, Small-Breast Mother—both killers—With a Dick. - Chapter 17

“Huh? You’re letting me take your clothes off?”

I asked, standing dumbfounded in front of the bathroom.
Seriously?
Can’t she even do this herself?
No, she probably can, but maybe she just doesn’t bother if she doesn’t feel the need?
…Still, she definitely needs to wash.
She must stink.
Though, as someone who loves the wild scent of a woman, I wouldn’t want her to smell completely of body wash either.
This is going to require some delicate balancing.
More importantly, I need to get her out of these clothes first.
Undressing her work uniform is practically second nature by now.
After doing it so many times, I could easily manage even clothes I’ve never worn myself.
First, I start unbuttoning her uniform from the top.
As each button comes undone, a deeper glimpse of her cleavage appears.
And when the last one is undone, her full, voluptuous br3asts are revealed.
The way they swayed softly with the slightest movement would captivate any man.
A stifling, overwhelming pheromone, mingled with the scent of a wild, primal female, hit me like a punch to the head.
I desperately wanted to suckle those beautifully pigmented n1pples.

“Mmm, feels good.”

“…………”

For now, I’ll just keep kneading them.
It would be a lie to say I could resist touching such magnificent br3asts.
She radiated an aura that seemed to ask, “What do you think you’re doing?” but I ignored it.
She’s the one who let me undress her, so she has no right to complain.
Now that I’m done with her upper body, it’s time for her lower half.
Since it’s just pants, I can simply pull them down.
Her plump, childbearing hips snagged, but I managed to tug them down.
Crouching to pull them down, a thick patch of dark pubic hair sprang into view.
It wasn’t meticulously groomed, but neither was it a haphazard mess.
It’s just right—not too much, not too little.
Hmm, even from here, I can smell a rather sultry scent.
I’ve probably thrust my member into her countless times.
Goodness, this is erotic.
I thought I was done, but I’m getting hard again.
With someone this erotic, I’ll have no problem.

“Alright, let’s get in.”

I quickly strip off my clothes.
When we face each other again, I realize she’s taller than me.
I’m on the taller side for a man, but women taller than me are rare.
If you’re this tall, do your br3asts and ass get bigger too?
Wouldn’t it be good if everyone were taller?
…No, it’s hard to give up on loli big br3asts.

“Hmm? Is something wrong?”

While I was thinking this, she looked at me intently.
What is it?
While I was wondering, she slowly reached out her hand and placed it on my chest.
She touched it lightly as if to check.
It tickled…

“Are you interested in muscles?”

I work out quite a bit, so I’m aware that I’m quite muscular.
She’s also quite strong, but she doesn’t have rock-hard muscles.
Could it be that she finds what I have unusual?
She confidently touched my chest and abs without hesitation…

“Whoa?!”

She casually grabbed my p3nis.
I’d been admiring her erotic body, so I was already half-erect.
Her touch sent a surge of bl00d rushing to my groin.

“W-wait, maybe we should shower first…”

My p3nis must be pretty dirty after all the times I’ve used it.
Still, she didn’t seem to mind at all and began stroking it.
With more practiced hands than at the beginning, she stroked me gently.
…I see.
If she’s in the mood, I’m certainly not going to object.

“Stick out your tongue,”

I told her. She obediently complied, extending her bright red tongue from between her long black hair.
I gripped the back of her head, pulled her closer, and greedily sucked on her tongue.
The wet, smacking sounds of our tongues entwining filled the air.
The slick, lukewarm sensation and the sweet taste of her saliva were driving me wild.
Pre-cum began to leak from my p3nis, making a squelching sound with each stroke.
By then, I had already reached out with my free hand to cup her full br3asts.
I tried lifting them from below, but they were impossibly heavy.
Easily surpassing a G-cup, they were endlessly fascinating to touch.

“Whoa!?”

“Oh, uh, glurp, slurp♡”

I gasped in shock because, without any prompting from me, she had knelt down and taken my c0ck into her mouth.
Not only had she been touching me earlier, but now she was moving on her own, aggressively and proactively.
I couldn’t be happier.
One moment she was licking the head of my c0ck, and the next she was swallowing it whole, right down to her throat.
Then, she wrapped her tongue around my shaft.
It was an astonishingly skilled technique.
Something only a woman thoroughly experienced with men could pull off.
Yet there was absolutely no sign that she had ever been with anyone but me.
Does this mean her learning ability is off the charts?
A sexy woman with a sponge-like capacity for eroticism.
…To put it mildly, isn’t that the best?

“Gulp, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle♡”

She shakes her head back and forth, giving me a fierce blowjob.
Her almost violent movements completely overwhelm me.
I can’t understand how she, who was so passive before, has become so aggressive.
But it feels incredibly good.

“Damn. I’ll make you feel good too.”

As I say this, I reach out my hand to the overripe fruit that’s trembling and swaying heavily.
I cup her full br3asts from below, kneading them thoroughly with my palms.
The moist texture of her skin.
Cool and refreshing against my flushed body.
Her br3asts feel heavy and full.

“Slurp, slurp, sluuuurp♡”

While I’m lost in her massive br3asts, she continues her diligent oral service.
More likely, she was getting turned on by sucking my c0ck.
She must be doing it to heighten her own arousal.
With her br3asts being thoroughly massaged and my c0ck being diligently licked the whole time, there was no way I could hold back.

“Ugh…!”

I groaned and came with a powerful burst.
Whoosh!
I’d already come quite a bit, but my erection showed no signs of weakening.
It wasn’t just my intense sexual desire; her body was just… incredible.
I heard a small gulping sound.
Then, she pulled her mouth away from my c0ck and proudly opened her mouth to show me.
There wasn’t a drop of semen left.

“Did you drink it all? That’s impressive.”

I gently stroked her black hair.
…What was this feeling? Like praising a pet for doing something good.
But she seemed genuinely pleased, so I guess it was fine.
I convinced myself of that.
There was something I really liked about praising a woman for drinking my semen like this—it felt so dominant.

“Well, you’ve cleaned my c0ck nicely…”

I completely forgot about my original intention to take a shower and said to her,

“Now it’s my turn to cleanse your precious place.”