r18novel Chapter 135 - 134 : Erotic Ride
Chapter 135 - 134 : Erotic Ride
Ayame stayed on her knees for a moment longer, savoring the taste of Haruto’s cum on her tongue. Her face and heavy breasts were beautifully painted with thick, pearly streaks of his release. She slowly stood up, her voluptuous body glistening under the lamplight. Without bothering to clean herself, she walked over to her closet and pulled out a simple, loose white top — a soft, thin cotton shirt that barely reached the top of her thighs.She slipped it on. The white fabric clung slightly to her cum-covered breasts, the material turning semi-transparent where his semen had soaked through. Her hard nipples poked prominently against the thin cloth. Below, she remained completely bare — no bra, no panties, no pants. Her smooth, shaved pussy and thick ass were fully exposed, still glistening from her earlier squirt and arousal. A few droplets of milk and her own juices still clung to her inner thighs.
She turned to Haruto with a playful yet seductive smile.
"I know a better place for us to bathe together," she said softly, her voice warm and inviting. "A quiet spot by the river where no one goes at night. Just the moonlight and us."
Haruto’s eyes darkened as he took in her appearance — the white top barely covering her, her cum-streaked breasts, and her naked lower half. His own body was still covered in the remnants of her warm squirt, his chest, neck, and face sticky and glistening.
He stood up and dressed similarly — pulling on only a loose white t-shirt, leaving his lower body completely bare. His thick, heavy cock hung softly between his legs, still slightly sticky. The cool night air brushed against his exposed skin as he followed her.
They slipped out of the house quietly through the back window. Haruto had brought his bicycle and left it hidden near the side of the house. The full moon hung bright in the sky, bathing the countryside in silvery light. The night was cool and peaceful, filled with the soft sounds of crickets and the distant murmur of the river.
Ayame stepped outside first, her white top fluttering in the breeze, barely covering her ass. She climbed onto the back seat of the bicycle, her bare pussy pressing against the seat as she wrapped her arms around Haruto’s waist from behind. Her soft, cum-covered breasts pressed warmly against his back through the thin fabric.
Haruto got on the front seat and began pedaling slowly. The bicycle moved quietly along the narrow countryside path beside the river. The cool night wind blew against their exposed skin, making Ayame’s white top flutter and ride up even higher, fully exposing her ass and pussy from behind.
Every bump on the path made Ayame’s breasts bounce against Haruto’s back and her naked pussy rub against the seat. She held him tighter, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered softly.
"The wind feels so good on my bare pussy..." she murmured, voice full of quiet excitement. "I’m getting wet again just from riding like this with you."
Haruto continued pedaling steadily under the moonlight, the river sparkling beside them like liquid silver. Ayame’s warm, soft body pressed against his back, her bare thighs wrapped around him, and the erotic thrill of their minimal clothing and exposed bodies created a deeply intimate and thrilling atmosphere as they rode together through the quiet night toward their secret bathing spot.
The narrow countryside path beside the river was bathed in silvery moonlight. The cool night breeze rustled through the reeds and trees as Haruto pedaled steadily, the bicycle moving smoothly along the gentle trail. Ayame sat behind him on the back seat, her arms wrapped around his waist, her bare pussy pressed against the seat and her soft breasts squished warmly against his back through her thin white top.
"Keep going straight... then take the left path after the big tree," Ayame whispered softly near his ear, giving directions while her breath brushed warmly against his neck.
Haruto nodded, focusing on the road. The cool wind blew against his exposed lower body, making his thick cock hang and sway gently with every pedal stroke. The sensation of the night air on his bare skin was strangely stimulating.
Then Ayame’s right hand slowly slid downward from his waist. Her soft fingers wrapped around his hanging cock without warning.
Haruto’s body jolted. The bicycle swerved sharply for a moment as he nearly lost control.
"Whoa—!" he gasped, quickly correcting the handlebars, heart racing from both surprise and sudden pleasure.
Ayame giggled softly against his back, her grip gentle but firm around his thickening shaft.
"You didn’t think you could cum while cycling, right?" she teased in a low, mischievous voice. "Let me make you do that..."
Her hand began stroking him slowly at first — long, smooth movements from base to tip. The cool night wind mixed with the warmth of her palm made the sensation incredibly intense. Haruto’s cock quickly hardened fully in her hand, becoming rock-hard and throbbing as she pumped him steadily.
Meanwhile, Haruto’s left hand reached behind him, sliding under the hem of her white top. His fingers found her soaked, smooth pussy easily. He rubbed her swollen clit in slow, firm circles while continuing to pedal. Ayame moaned softly, her hips rolling against his hand.
With her other hand, Ayame reached down between her own legs and began rubbing her clit as well, her fingers occasionally brushing against Haruto’s as they both pleasured her dripping cunt.
"Mmmh... Haruto..." she moaned breathlessly against his shoulder. "Your cock is getting so hard... and so hot in my hand. The wind feels good on it, doesn’t it?"
Haruto breathed heavily, trying to keep the bicycle steady on the path while his hand worked between her thighs and her soft hand stroked his throbbing length. The combination of cycling, the cool breeze on their exposed bodies, the danger of being seen, and the mutual touching created an incredibly thrilling and erotic experience.
Ayame’s hand moved faster along his shaft, occasionally squeezing the swollen head and spreading the leaking precum along his length. Her own fingers rubbed her clit more urgently, her pussy growing wetter by the second.
"Keep pedaling..." she whispered hotly, voice trembling with pleasure. "I want to feel you throb while you’re riding... I want to make you cum like this... under the moonlight..."
The bicycle continued moving forward along the moonlit riverside path, the sound of pedaling mixing with their soft, suppressed moans and the wet sounds of their fingers playing with each other’s most sensitive parts.
The bicycle continued moving steadily along the moonlit riverside path. The cool night wind brushed against their exposed skin as Ayame’s soft hand pumped Haruto’s thick, throbbing cock with increasing rhythm. Her fingers were slick with his precum, gliding smoothly from base to swollen head and back again.
Ayame pressed her body tighter against his back, her breasts rubbing against him through the thin white top as she whispered hotly into his ear.
"I want you to cum while you’re still pedaling... Can you do that for me, Haruto-kun?"
Her hand moved faster — twisting slightly at the head with every stroke, squeezing just right. Haruto’s breathing grew ragged. He gripped the handlebars tighter, trying to keep the bicycle straight on the narrow path while pleasure built rapidly in his core.
Ayame’s other hand was between her own legs, rubbing her swollen clit furiously. Her fingers moved in fast, desperate circles as her pussy dripped heavily onto the bicycle seat.
"I’m close too..." she moaned softly, voice trembling with lust. "Let’s cum together..."
Haruto’s cock swelled even thicker in her hand. His balls tightened as the intense pressure reached its peak.
"Fuck... Ayame... I’m cumming—!"
With a deep, strained groan, Haruto’s orgasm hit hard while he continued pedaling. His thick cock pulsed violently in Ayame’s grip. The first powerful rope of cum shot out forcefully, arcing through the cool night air before splattering onto the dirt path below. Thick, pearly-white jets of semen continued erupting from his cock in heavy spurts — some landing on the ground in front of the bicycle, some dripping down onto the frame and tires. The warm cum gleamed under the moonlight as it fell onto the road in messy streaks.
Ayame stroked him through every spurt, milking his cock greedily.
"Yes... cum for me... give me everything..." she whispered encouragingly.
At the same moment, Ayame’s own pleasure peaked. Her fingers rubbed her clit faster and harder as her body tensed violently against Haruto’s back.
"Ahhhn—! I’m squirting again—!!"
A powerful, warm gush of clear squirt exploded from her pussy. The hot fluid sprayed out forcefully between her spread thighs, splashing onto the bicycle seat and dripping heavily onto the road below. Wave after wave of her warm squirt poured out in rhythmic bursts, creating wet patches on the dirt path. Some of it ran down her inner thighs and onto the moving bicycle tires. The strong, sweet-musk scent of her release mixed with the cool night air.
Ayame’s body shook uncontrollably against Haruto as she kept squirting, her moans muffled against his shoulder. Her pussy continued to spasm, releasing more warm squirt that fell onto the road in glistening droplets.
Both of them kept moving — Haruto still pedaling shakily while his cock pulsed out the last thick ropes of cum, and Ayame trembling through the final waves of her intense squirt. The road behind them was now marked with streaks of Haruto’s thick white semen and Ayame’s clear squirt, shining under the moonlight.
Ayame’s hand finally slowed on his softening cock, gently squeezing out the last drops. She let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body still pressed tightly against his back.
"Mmm... we made such a mess on the road..." she whispered breathlessly, a playful, lustful smile in her voice. "But it felt so good, didn’t it?"
The bicycle continued forward under the moonlit sky, both of them breathing heavily, bodies flushed and sticky, as they headed toward their secret bathing spot.