[PIYO-232] After a Long Day, I Met an Angelic Girl Who Loves Kissing More Than Anything

After a brutal day at the office, I was a total wreck—sweaty, exhausted, and my breath probably smelled like stale coffee and stress. I stumbled into this dimly lit bar, just wanting to drown my sorrows, when I saw her. She looked like an angel, all innocent with her school uniform and that sweet, shy smile, but the moment our eyes met, something shifted. She slid into the booth next to me, and before I could even mumble an apology for my state, she leaned in. Her lips were on mine, and she was a total kissing freak, devouring me with a hunger that made my head spin. It was messy and wet, her tongue exploring every corner of my mouth, and I could taste her sweetness mixed with the bitterness of my own breath, but she didn’t care—she just kept going, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn’t get enough.

She whispered something about how she loved the taste of a tired man, and then she pushed me back, her fingers fumbling with my belt. I was still in shock, but my body was responding, aching for more. She pulled down my pants, and I saw her shaved pussy, smooth and glistening in the low light, a perfect little mini mound that made my cock throb. She didn’t waste any time; she climbed onto my lap, grinding against me, her school skirt riding up to reveal everything. The kiss had been just the start—now she was taking control, riding me with a frantic pace, her moans muffled against my neck. I could feel her tightness, the way she clenched around me, and it was all so raw and depraved, this angelic girl turned into a wild animal, her breath hot on my skin as she whispered filthy things about how she wanted to be filled.

I was lost in the sensation, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her deeper as she bounced on me, her shaved cunt slick with our sweat and juices. She leaned back, arching her body, and I could see every detail—the way her breasts strained against her uniform, the flush on her cheeks, the absolute abandon in her eyes. She came with a shuddering cry, her muscles tightening around me, and I followed, emptying myself inside her with a groan. We collapsed together, a tangled mess of limbs and sticky skin, and she just smiled that innocent smile again, like nothing had happened. But I knew—this wasn’t just some random hookup; it was a dirty, unforgettable encounter with a girl who looked like a schoolgirl but fucked like a demon, and I was already craving more of her twisted kisses and that smooth, shaved pussy.