My restless lower half was soaked far wetter than I’d thought. The moment it met his fingers, I could feel the pooled dampness spreading out in a rush. He stood near my waist and casually repeated the motion of parting the flesh inside my underwear.

Even though it wasn’t intense stimulation, my body—which had been craving this man for over two weeks—quickly filled with excitement.

“Ahhh. Instruc… tor…”

He circled my cl*toris round and round. I tried holding my breath until my lower belly hollowed, but my hips bucked on their own. 

With his other hand, he pinched and shook my n*pple mechanically. 

He easily pulled my panties down to my knees with one hand. When I lifted each foot to remove them, he picked them up and folded them neatly to one side.

Though they must have been soaked through, the instructor treated them respectfully, like new clothes. But when he touched my body again, it felt skilled rather than respectful. 

He naturally bent my knees and spread both thighs apart, then parted the plump flesh, divided the petals, and swept the tender skin upward toward my pubic bone.

“Pretty color.”

“Mmmm.”

“You’re quite wet too.”

When I lifted my hips, he flicked the protruding cl*toris with his fingertip.

“Hnngh… Haaah…”

There was no particularly exceptional technique. Yet I was swept up and drawn to him in an instant.

“Nnnngh…”

This time, not one finger but several pressed against my cl*toris. As he rotated them in circles while pressing firmly, the longest fingertip would brush over my entrance. That drove me crazy with yearning.

Should I ask him to put it in? What if he says he doesn’t massage the inside?

The speed circling my peak kept getting faster. I forgot I needed to breathe and opened my mouth to let out a soundless moan. I was approaching climax.

While his hands did such things to my body, his face remained completely serene as he quietly looked down into my open mouth. Though his gaze embarrassed me, I lacked the ability to maintain a poker face like him, so I had to show him every expression rising with pleasure.

As my eyes narrowed and my mouth opened wider, he tapped the tip of his finger against my tongue.

“What? Want something in there?”

I’d been staring only at his eyes that had drawn me in completely. Plus, I was too aroused to quickly understand his words, and the instructor’s face was too much my type.

So I thought he was asking if I was hungry. Until he pulled out his p*nis.

“Hnnngh. Too, goo…”

Whether he took my moan as a signal of agreement, the instructor maintained the speed of shaking my peak while using his remaining hand to slip his leggings down below his pubic bone. When he flipped up his sleeve shirt, his stiffly er*ect member dangled.

Perfectly er*ect, it curved upward toward the sky and twitched—unlike his sentimental appearance, the situation below wasn’t sentimental at all. I grabbed it eagerly like someone who’d found their lost possession and opened my mouth without thinking.

Since the girth was quite large, I had to open my mouth wide enough to tear. He pulled my head slightly so I could be in a more comfortable position, and gently swept my hair back behind my ear. I greedily sucked the instructor’s p*nis.

Unlike his modest demeanor, I was incredibly noisy. So in this small massage room, the slurping sounds I made while sucking became the only evidence that we were doing something lewd.

Even after offering me his g*nitals, he remained calm, still parting my petals and rubbing my peak, not forgetting to pull my n*pples once in a while.

“Hnnngh!”

When he pulled them until they stretched and released them with a snap, the elastic n*pples bounced back—they’d swollen puffy from all his twisting.

Slurp. Slurp. I took the tip all the way to the back of my throat and released it, then stiffened my tongue to lick the gl*ns. It was so long and big I had to shake the base with my hand.

“Ack!!”

While I was off guard, one long finger suddenly entered my opening. I was so startled I had to spit out everything in my mouth and let out a moan.

Thrust, thrust—like he was trying to push it in as far as possible, even though the gap between his fingers was blocked by my entrance, he kept trying to push in. And tap, tap, he knocked on my vaginal walls.

“Ah, nnngh.”

Not knowing how to endure it, whimpering moans kept leaking out. I lifted my upper body slightly to look at the finger probing below. Like he was giving the finger, his middle finger was buried in the hole and invisible.

I swayed my hips slightly to the rhythm. Then he stopped moving while keeping his middle finger inserted. As I undulated my hips, pleasure rippled through me.

Nnnngh. When he pressed his thumb against my cl*toris and rubbed, I couldn’t hold on any longer and climbed to climax, letting out a sigh-like moan that came out like a scream.

“Hah… hng, ack…”

My vision went white. My body felt light like air, floating upward in an elevated feeling that flailed somewhere. My lower belly trembled like having a spasm. Just like when doing core strengthening exercises.

The instructor put the middle finger he’d pulled from below into my mouth. Without time to think deeply, I grabbed his hand and licked it. Then he stroked my head like praising me. I ended up prone again, and the instructor applied oil until my body glistened.

He pressed down from my thighs, pushing the flesh upward, then kneaded my b*tt. No, pounded might be more accurate. Like kneading bread dough…

Each time, he must have seen everything of me below the spreading b*tt flesh. I was vividly feeling the sensation of wet flesh spreading and closing each time the tender skin was pulled.

He soon had me lie on my side with my back to him, then made my upper leg into a right angle.

“Ugh!!”

“Hmm… You’re tighter than I thought.”

He pushed in without warning. He laid me down and plainly offered only his g*nitals, like he was going to massage me with his p*nis.

His p*nis pushed in and pulled out without obstruction. My already drenched lower half accepted it smoothly, and the instructor’s hips swayed like waves.

His p*nis that entered gently filled my v*gina tightly. When it thrust all the way in, somewhere in my lower belly would bulge. Each time, I grew distant like my peak was being attacked.

“Ahng. Instruc… tor.”

“Yes.”

“Ah, it feels so good. Hah.”

“That’s good.”

“Ahhhhh…”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. 

He increased speed and stabbed in, and while watching where his thing entered and exited, he suddenly turned his gaze to me. Beads of sweat dotted his face. I reached out to touch his forehead between his wavy bangs.

So some people express it this way. Even while probing a woman’s lower half with his fingers, he’d looked quite dry… Like someone facing documents that needed processing.

But maybe that was all a hidden facade. He slowly lowered his head, and I opened my mouth welcomingly. He pushed into my mouth too. His kiss was very sweet, and I begged a little more while entwining my tongue with the instructor’s.

Thrust, thrust. 

The p*nis splitting my v*gina drove in more forcefully. Like having s*x with tongues, we tangled and tangled, then he strongly sucked everything in my mouth and released it. So the squelching friction sounds were clear.

The instructor pulled out an angled cushion from under the bed and placed it against my lower belly. When I lay prone on it, only my b*tt naturally protruded.

Finally, he climbed onto the bed. Positioning himself between my spread thighs, he’d already stripped completely, and his chiseled chest and arm muscles made me imagine overwhelming power even without experiencing it. Veins bulged on the arm he placed beside my chest.

Ah. I wish he’d thrust in quickly.

Roughly, coming in all the way to torment me.

“Haaah.”

Just the thought excited me more. He moved around on top of my b*tt, then thrust in with a thwack! like he’d finished adjusting his position.

“Ah…”

“Since we warmed up gently, shall we increase the intensity?”

“Too… too big. It’ll tear…”

“This’ll be interval s*x then.”

“Aaaahh!!”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

That sound really came from my b*tt. When he slammed into me, my upper body bounced up mercilessly from the recoil. That’s how much he used his high-intensity muscles. 

Or was it strength?

Bracing the floor with his hands and keeping his upper body far away, he dropped down like a very heavy chunk of metal with a thud in an instant. Breath burst from my lungs. 

Though only my entrance was being touched, breathing was difficult from the feeling of my lungs being flattened.

“Ah! Mmm!”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

It felt like being beaten. His pubic bone hitting my b*tt, the feeling of being punished by his p*nis. 

Maybe because my b*tt was raised from the angled cushion, he thrust deeper and deeper. Each time he thrust deep into the deepest place inside my body, I shuddered there. 

Pain and pleasure mixed as tremors rose from my entrance that was being spread tightly.

“In… structor! Haaah!! Ah!!”

He wielded his g*nitals indiscriminately. My pierced lower half shuddered, yet when the thick thing pulled out, it gaped, asking it to come back in. 

The tightly spread inner walls gathered softly to fill the empty space, then thrust! welcomed the invader that split through the narrow gap in an instant, clinging and squirming.