Trigger warning
Explicit content ahead

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Being with Ojiro, Louise has learned and discovered a lot of new things about her sexuality, including the practie of safe and healthy sex.

Even though her depress ass didn't want to prolong her life anymore, she can still manage to be positive by thinking that she didn't want to be dead with a rotten bum.

"Spit it out," Ojiro ordered.

She nodded to him diligently, a thick white milk of semen oozing from her small mouth.

He holds her hair while she spits it on the sink and then washes her mouth with water.

One of the things that Louise learned from Ojiro after eating each other's nuts is the important use of mouth wash. So that's what they do, both gurgling in front of his huge bathroom sink.

Right after she's done cleaning her mouth, Ojiro pulled her immediately for a passionate kiss while they stand together under the shower.

As a half-Latina, Louise grew up with their own cultural ways of taking a bath, but ever since Nagoya, she has come to love the Japanese ways of taking a bath at night.

Especially with her cariño de Japon.

Ojiro appears to have prepared everything before she arrived for the night, since her favorite strawberry coconut milk shampoo and liquid soap were already on the shower shelf, ready for her to use.

A refreshing sensation touched her skin as soon as her whole body got soaked with cold water and soap, scrubbing her arms and neck with the soft bath scrubbing foam.

She's been dying for a good bath.

But while she's cleaning her body, she can feel Ojiro's hard, damp abdominal muscles behind her. Their warm skin faintly touching each other under the cold shower and that's enough for them to awaken the fire.

Just as she thought that she got used to seeing his naked pale form under the shower as she looks up to him. The water dripping on his wet black hair, trickling down the bump of his Adam's apple to his collar bone and toned abs turned her on easily.

Ojiro combs his hair at the back of his head and pulls her closer. She clings to his hard-toned body and responds to his hungry kisses, throwing the scrubbing foam somewhere.

While her boyfriend teaches her a lot of health care, she can also learn about his kinks.

It's just that, shower would not be completed for Ojiro without a quickie.

He presses her on the cold tiles, lifting her butt while he thrusts in her ramosely. Both of their loud moans echoing throughout the whole bath.

Still on the Japanese ways, after taking a bath, they both dip their bodies in the hot water of Ojiro's huge tub.

Showers in Japanese means cleaning, and dipping in the tub means relaxing. Culturally, they do this every night before sleeping to keep their beddings clean.

Its again one of the few things she discovered apart from heath care and kinks is Ojiro's obsessive routine of keeping his bed clean. Not even allowing her foot get near the pillows even though she's wearing clean socks.

As much as Louise wanted to relax, sitting naked next to Ojiro between his ballet dancer's legs in the tub won't put her at ease and they will just end up touching and kissing again.

When they go out of the bath, they can't even properly wrap themselves up with towel, both lost in a passionate kiss. Their towels fall on the soft carpet of the floor nearly both tripping on it in their way to the king size bed.

Ojiro positions himself on top of her. Hands all over her, kissing her neck eagerly. Their wet hair dampened the soft sheets of the bed.

Louise responded to the playful, lewd teasing of his tongue, taking turns, rolling over each other.

She laid on top of him, catching both their breaths and feeling each other's fast beatings of their hearts. Locking their gazes in the dimly lit room.

He pulls her head toward him, kissing it lovingly. The small gesture makes her feel the warmth in her, making her want to tear up.

It reminds her again of the limited time they spend and after this night, they need to live apart each other again in their own worlds. For weeks or months? She doesn't know.

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