Courting a Courtesan

[MrBrightside]

Sylar poured some soap onto his hands before spreading it across the courtesan’s back. Slowly and deliberately he slid his hands across the hard to reach areas of her back. Once he was done Iwanaga-hime knelt down and enveloped his cock between her soft, pillowy mounds once again.

"Aaahhh! Iwanaga-hime!" Sylar screamed, his back arching up and in inadvertently pushing his member up through the heavenly valley of her chest. Sylar squeezed his eyes shut and howled at the onslaught of sensual heat that mercilessly assailed his throbbing member. His hips moved instinctively as he began thrusting his cock into the erotic heat of Iwanaga-hime’s bosom.

[MR. Q]

The sound of Sylar's euphoric cries egged Iwanaga-hime on, her cheeks flushing with pride and pleasure at the raw, animalistic response she had triggered within him. As his hips bucked forward, driving his cock deeper into her cleavage, she felt an answering surge of arousal, her inner walls clenching hungrily around nothing.

"Mmm, yes Master, fill yourself with my breasts," she purred, her voice husky with desire. She squeezed her tits together more firmly, creating a plush, slick tunnel for him to fuck.

Reaching up, she cupped each breast with a soapy hand, kneading and massaging them from beneath. The erotic rhythm of tits bouncing and cock sliding between them created a mesmerizing spectacle, one that left Sylar utterly enthralled and helpless to resist the sensual onslaught.

[MrBrightside]

"Iwanaga-hime! Fuck! I'm going to-" Opening his eyes was a struggle, but Sylar managed to do so. Looking down he saw his cock repeatedly disappearing into her cleavage. The sight and sensation of the mesmerizing spectacle caused him to reach his limit.

"Iwanaga-hime!"

Sylar splattered the courtesan’s face and breasts with ropes of semen. Once the cum shower ended the courtesan was left with thick globs of semen on her face and chest. Each one a mark of the intense pleasure she was able bring him. It was an erotic sight, one that unfortunately Sylar didn’t have much time to enjoy before the water from the shower began to wash away the evidence.

[MR. Q]

Iwanaga-hime purred contentedly as she felt Sylar's hot seed painting her features, the thick ropes of cum coating her skin in a sticky sheen. She basked in the heat of his release, her eyes fluttering shut as she tilted her face upwards to catch every precious drop.

"Mmmm, yes Master...," she breathed, her voice heavy with satisfaction. Her hands came up to cradle her breasts, massaging them gently as if to encourage more of his spend.

As the shower began to wash away their intertwined release, Iwanaga-hime reluctantly stood, letting the warm spray cascade over her cum-streaked skin. With a playful grin, she turned to Sylar, the water droplets glistening on her curves like diamonds scattered over alabaster.

"Thank you for the delightful ending, Master," she purred, reaching out to wipe a stray glob of cum from his cheek. "I must admit, I rather enjoyed training you today." With a sly wink, she turned her back to him to continue washing up.

[MrBrightside]

“I’m the one who should be thanking you, Iwanaga-hime. It feels like you went above and beyond for this training session.” Sylar replied as he cleaned himself up after his latest orgasm. Once they both finished washing up Sylar turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He then grabbed a towel and began drying himself off. “I’d definitely give you a rave review after this.”

[MR. Q]

A warm smile spread across Iwanaga-hime's features at Sylar's praise, her emerald eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "I'm thrilled to hear that, Master," she replied, stepping out of the shower enclosure and taking a plush towel from a nearby rack.

She began drying her sleek black hair, shaking out the water and allowing it to cascade down her back in rivulets. As she worked, she kept her gaze locked onto Sylar's, her expression open and inviting.

"Please, don't hesitate to book another session with me whenever you need to hone your skills further," she offered, wrapping the towel around her lush curves with a practiced ease. "I'm always here to assist."

With a playful wink, Iwanaga-hime turned and sashayed towards the door, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. As she reached for the handle, she glanced back over her shoulder, a coy smile dancing on her lips.

"Until next time, Master Sylar." And with that, she slipped out into the corridor, leaving him to dry off and collect his thoughts in the aftermath of their intense encounter.

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