"Thought maybe you'd forgotten how good I feel."
Takumi's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "I haven't forgotten anything."
Mirko laughed, a loud, throaty sound that echoed in the small room, and closed the distance in one powerful stride. Her hands shot out, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him into a bruising kiss. Her lips were demanding, teeth nipping at his bottom lip, tongue thrusting in with aggressive hunger.
Takumi met her fire with his own, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, firm, round, powerful from years of hero work. He squeezed hard, pulling her flush against him, feeling her heat through the thin fabric of her costume.
She moaned into his mouth, loud and unashamed, her hands already tearing at his shirt, buttons popping, fabric ripping as she exposed his chest.
"Fuck, I've missed this," she growled, her nails raking down his pecs, leaving red trails. "Missed you wrecking me."
Takumi spun her around, slamming her back against the wall with enough force to make the frame rattle. Mirko gasped in delight, her legs wrapping around his waist as he ground his hardening cock against her core.
"You talk too much," he muttered, biting her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, drawing another loud moan from her throat.
"Then make me shut up," she challenged, her voice rough and dripping with need.
He didn't hesitate. His hands tore at her costume, zippers yanked down, fabric peeling away to reveal her tanned, muscular body. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, nipples already hard and begging.
Takumi's mouth latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing the peak while his hand kneaded the other. Mirko's head fell back against the wall, her moans turning into raw, throaty cries... "Yes...fuck, harder!"... her hips grinding against him desperately.
He dropped to his knees, yanking her costume bottoms down her thighs, exposing her glistening pussy, pink and swollen, dripping with arousal. The scent of her hit him like a drug, musky, sweet, intoxicating.
Takumi didn't tease, he dove in, tongue lapping at her folds, sucking her clit into his mouth with rough, hungry pulls. Mirko's hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer as she screamed...
"Oh god, yes! Eat me out!"... her thighs clamping around his head, hips bucking wildly. He thrust two fingers into her, curling them against her G-spot while his tongue worked her clit in relentless circles.
She came fast and hard, her pussy spasming around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth in hot spurts, her loud, unrestrained scream echoing through the apartment.
But Mirko wasn't done. She yanked him up by his hair, kissing him fiercely, tasting herself on his tongue, before shoving him back onto the couch.
"My turn," she growled, dropping to her knees between his legs. She ripped his pants open, freeing his cock, ten inches of thick, veined hardness that made her eyes light up. "Fuck, still as big as I remember."
She took him deep immediately, lips stretching wide, throat relaxing as she swallowed him down to the hilt. The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the room, loud slurps, gagging moans, her tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke.
Takumi groaned, his hand in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she bobbed ferociously, saliva dripping down his shaft to coat his balls. She was experienced, relentless, taking him deeper than most, her throat constricting around him in a way that made his vision blur.
"Shit, Mirko," he groaned, hips thrusting shallowly into her mouth. She hummed in response, the vibration sending jolts through him.
He felt the build-up, fast, overwhelming, and came with a guttural moan, thick ropes shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop, pulling off with a pop, licking her lips with a satisfied grin.
Round two started in the shower, steam filling the bathroom as hot water cascaded over their bodies. Mirko pressed her back against the tile, legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her, deep, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce against his chest.
"Harder!" she demanded, nails raking his back, leaving red lines. "Fuck me like you mean it!"
The water made everything slicker, the sounds wetter, slaps of skin echoing off the tiles, her loud moans bouncing around the enclosed space. She came twice in quick succession, once with his fingers rubbing her clit, again when he angled his thrusts to hit her G-spot perfectly, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed his name.
They moved to the bedroom for the final round, Mirko on her hands and knees, ass up, Takumi behind her. He slammed into her from behind, rough, relentless, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
Spanking her ass sharply, the crack echoing. Mirko laughed through her moans. "Yes! Spank me harder!" ... pushing back against him, her walls gripping him like a vice. He reached around to rub her clit, feeling her tighten as another orgasm built.
She came again, squirting against his thighs, her scream raw and primal.
Takumi finally let go, thrusting deep one last time, cumming inside her with a low groan, filling her with hot spurts as her pussy milked him dry. They collapsed together on the bed, panting, bodies slick with sweat and water, Mirko's laughter soft and satisfied against his chest.
"Still the best," she murmured, her voice hoarse.
Takumi smirked, pulling her closer. "Told you I'd wreck you."
She grinned, eyes half-lidded. "You did. Now do it again tomorrow."
He laughed, the sound low and rough. "Deal."
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