/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>She was sitting there on the couch, as defenseless as a lamb in a slaughterhouse.
>It's been 2 years and 8 months since the Warden of Time, Ouro Kronii, descended like hope into you life.
>She was breathing heavily, the rhythmic rising and lowering of her chest mesmerizing you. Her full breasts expanding as her pregnancy progressed.
>She was wearing a black sports bra and yoga pants, the entire surface of her skin was slick with sweat. She'd been using your Switch to exercise to RingFit, she wanted to strengthen her body to ensure a safe and smooth childbirth harkening back to the Spartans.
>You walk on over, the whiff of her musky perspiration giving you a boner that was hidden by your hand.
>You offer her a large water flask, she smiles and takes it, drinking the entire contents of it.
>You sit next to her, hands in your pocket and a pillow over your crotch, staring at her glistening and glowing body.
>You wanted to give it a lick.
>You raises her legs, and rests them on your lap. You can smell the stink from her bare feet. Your shaft stiffens up like a corpse.
>"You need a towel?" You can only choke out those words, your mind is too distracted by your wife's womanly essence entering your nostrils.
>She smiles a knowing and teasing smile. She senses your weakness.
>She raises a foot towards you, a rude gesture to some, but to you it was an invitation.
>"I know you're getting thirsty anon, why not clean me up with that dirty tongue of yours?" She emphasizes her words by trying to insert her big toe into your mouth.
>You feel muscle spasms in your groin, you've reached your limit.
>Your mouth opens in quiet defeat, she shoves her entire foot into your mouth.
>Every taste receptor is being triggered: Sweet, Salty, Umami and Bitter. It was a feast for the senses.
>Your tongue gets to work, cleaning away the sweet that was collecting in between her toes and soles.
>She groans at the wet and soft touch.
>When you're sure you were finished, you started to work on the other foot, gingerly massaging both with your hands. She shudders, the muscles on her feet were tense and high strung much like the rest of her post-workout body.
>You still weren't satisfied, you needed to taste more of her.
>You work upwards to her calves, then thigh and eventually the groin. Her hands never straying far from your thumb, helping to relieve the lactic buildup in your wife's tired lower body.
>You fight the urge to pleasure your wife's private parts, though she was eagerly wet and willing. She asked you to clean her up, anything else can wait for later in the day.
>Your tongue is now sliding across her tummy, it was slowly getting pudgy now, you had to explore the folds in her fat to get through the hidden sweat. Her moans are getting louder, you're fast approaching her sensitive udders.
>What udders they were, you had to pull up the sport's bra.
>This was your greatest challenge yet, her boobs were drenched in sweat and breast milk. She had been lactating during exercise and amalgated with her perspiration.
>You had to focus everything on her breasts: the underboobs, the overboobs, the cleavage and the sideboobs. You even got some underhanded licks at her erect nipples, eliciting several yelps of pleasure from Kronii.
>Your tongue was dry and cakey after you were finished. You needed some hydration.
>Kronii offers you the water flask, there was still some water inside. The back of her hand resting on her forehead, she was panting heavily and her cheeks were flushed red.
>She had enjoyed your tongue bath.
>"Good job." She says breathily.
>She shouldn't congratulate you, you were gonna make her a mess after drinking up.