One month after reuniting with my female college friend Misaki, we meet again tonight—this time at a second bar, drinking even more than last time. But my heart still feels empty. Truth is, I'm currently in a relationship with Sakura from ● school days, but lately we've become sexually inactive, leaving me pent-up and restless. That’s when Misaki shows up, grinning mischievously, whispering, “That felt so good last time~♪” reminding me of our reunion at the alumni party a month ago—the night we ran into each other, drank too much, and ended up together. Ever since that encounter, I've been conflicted about what we did, but tonight, desperate to release all this tension, I came to see her without hesitation. After leaving the bar, we head straight to a hotel. We start kissing, she strips me down, and begins grinding her big tits against me, indulging in full-on tit play. “You’re actually really good at teasing normally♪,” she teases, taking my nipple into her mouth with an unfair, seductive attitude. Her technique is maddening—whispering provocative words while flicking her tongue lewdly, slurping me up with wet, obscene licks. Then, she undresses herself, revealing her slender, gorgeous body. Seeing her like this drives my lust even higher. After thoroughly enjoying foreplay, we move on to penetration. She pushes for bareback, and I can't hold back—I thrust into her hard. Her soft, toned lower body muscles tightly grip my cock, making it impossible to resist retaliating with intense, pounding thrusts. From behind, with the city lights as our backdrop, I pound into her and unload my first creampie deep inside her pussy. She says she's on the pill, so no pregnancy worries—still, I'm overwhelmed by the sensation of finally going all the way after so long. As I get hard again, Misaki suggests an oil massage. Her oiled-up titty fuck, combined with passionate kissing and handjob, feels like an erotic therapy too good to be real. Finally, she mounts me in cowgirl, grinding down with relentless rhythm. I switch to doggy to fight back, matching her pace. “I love you! I love you! Daisuke (me), I love you!” she moans, her voice filling me with emotion. In the final push, I pull out and blast my second load all over her sexy, glistening stomach. What if Sakura finds out? Well, maybe I'll just make Misaki take responsibility… (laughs)