灯笼婚礼上重燃的火焰

当我在灯笼照亮的庭院对面看到她时，我的鸡巴猛地一抖，仿佛还记得两年前我们共度的每一个淫荡夜晚。爱子站在那里，穿着一件光滑的深红色和服，紧贴着她小巧完美的胸部，下摆在她紧致的日本屁股上散开，黑发用精致的发簪盘起，在烛光下闪闪发亮。我们之间的张力瞬间迸发——她深色的眼睛锁住我的目光，嘴唇微微张开，足以表明她也感受到了。我们共同朋友的婚宴正在这家传统京都旅馆里热闹进行，纸灯笼在铺着榻榻米的走廊上方摇曳，但我满脑子只想着把她拖到某个私密的地方，再次把自己埋进她体内。

“Kenji… you came,” she said softly, stepping closer. Her voice still carried that sweet Kyoto lilt, the one that used to moan my name while she came.

“Yeah. Couldn’t miss it. You look… fuck, Aiko. That kimono is killing me.”

She smiled, a wicked little curve that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. “It’s traditional. But maybe I wore it hoping you’d want to unwrap it.”

My pulse hammered. We’d ended things badly—distance, careers, stupid pride—but the heat between us had never died. Before I could overthink it, she grabbed my hand and pulled me through a side gate into a small, shadowed courtyard behind the main hall. The distant sound of laughter and shamisen music faded as she pressed me against an old wooden pillar.

“No more talking,” she whispered, already tugging at my suit jacket. “I’ve been wet since I saw you.”

Her small hands worked fast, unzipping me and pulling out my thickening cock. The cool night air hit my skin just before her hot palm wrapped around the shaft. She stroked me with practiced twists, thumb swirling over the leaking head.

“Still so big,” she breathed, dropping to her knees on the smooth stones. “I missed this dick stretching my throat.”

Aiko didn’t tease. She opened wide and took me deep in one smooth glide, her lips stretching around my girth. The wet heat of her mouth made my knees buckle. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, saliva already dripping down my balls as she bobbed. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, flicking the sensitive spot just below the head on every upstroke.

“Shit… Aiko… your mouth is still perfect,” I groaned, threading my fingers through her carefully pinned hair, careful not to ruin it completely. She hummed around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my spine. Her free hand slipped under her kimono, rubbing her pussy while she deepthroated me with wet, filthy sounds.

She popped off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my glistening cock. “I need you inside me. Now. Fuck your little Japanese slut like you used to.”

I hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over a low stone bench. The crimson silk rode up her thighs as I yanked the obi loose enough to expose her bare ass—no panties, the naughty minx. Her pussy was shaved smooth, puffy lips already shiny with arousal. I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, coating myself in her cream.

“Still such a tight little cunt,” I growled, pushing forward. The first inch sank in with a wet squelch. Aiko moaned loudly, pushing back, her juicy ass rippling as I drove deeper. I gripped her narrow hips and thrust hard, burying all eight inches until my balls slapped her clit.

“Oh fuck, Kenji! Yes… pound me. I’ve missed this cock so much!” Her voice cracked into desperate little cries with every slam. The bench creaked beneath us. I reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while I fucked her from behind. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched, milking me.

We changed positions fast—she turned, hopped up, and wrapped her legs around my waist. I pinned her against the wooden wall, the rough grain pressing into her back through the thin kimono. Her tits had spilled out of the loosened top; I sucked one small brown nipple into my mouth while I drove upward into her dripping pussy. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with her broken Japanese curses and English pleas.

“Harder… make me cum on your big cock again! I’m so close—”

她的身体绷紧，蜜穴在我周围喷涌而出，第一次高潮袭来。她咬住我的肩膀压抑尖叫，剧烈颤抖。我没有停下，继续在她痉挛中猛力抽插，追逐自己的释放。她小穴紧致而有节奏的收缩让我难以自持。

“Gonna cum… where do you want it?” I panted against her neck, tasting salt and cherry blossom perfume.

“Inside. Fill me up, Kenji. I want to feel your hot cum leaking out of me during the rest of the wedding.”

That dirty request sent me over. I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming pussy. She kissed me frantically, tongues sliding as we rode out the aftershocks together, bodies slick with sweat despite the cool night air.

We stayed locked like that for long moments, breathing hard, my softening cock still twitching inside her. Finally she giggled softly, pressing her forehead to mine.

“Think anyone heard us?”

“Probably. Worth it though.”

She kissed me again, slower this time, then carefully straightened her kimono while I tucked myself away. A single drop of my cum ran down her inner thigh before she wiped it with her fingers and licked it clean with a teasing wink.

“Same hotel later?” she asked, voice husky.

“Fuck yes. We’re not done catching up.”

As we slipped back toward the glowing lanterns and the sound of celebration, the old desire burned hotter than ever. Some flames, it seemed, never really went out—especially when they belonged to a woman like Aiko.