Posted on the 11th of august on Discord. Edwin is a little obsessed with Otome and needs to have a full view again, it was supposed to be the moment where Edwin discovers that Otome has a huge fat cock, but this entrie is a little messy about it so atm its cut out:
I couldn't get it out of my head. I couldn't get her out of my head. The way her hands ran down her body, and stroked her engorged tool, made me shiver. Not even the steam could hinder the majestic vision of her jugs bouncing around as she arched her back, rubbed harder, and jets of thick cum sailed in the air. I've never been this horny before, but the thought of Otome pleasuring herself was the zenith of all fantasies. And that made my relationship with her a tad bit strained. I couldn't look at her with pure thoughts; whether she was cooking or cleaning, my mind would drift off to yesterday, when she was naked, touching herself, moaning. And each time, I had to leave the room, lest she saw the effect she had on me.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" Otome looked at me, an air of suspicion dancing in her eyes, "You look like you have a lot in your mind. Want to talk about it with me?"
I waved my hands, a forced smile on my face, "Ah no, don't worry. I'm fine,"
I suspected she didn't believe it, I could see it in her face. However, whatever was churning in her mind was not voiced out. She didn't say anything. She just turned around and continued cooking. I wondered if she knew what I did. Then again, if she did, why didn't she say anything? I was anxious, but I couldn't help the desire of peeping at her bathing again. Therefore, that night, I sneaked out of my room and encroached towards the ajar bathroom door. I leaned against the wall, and jutted my head out, aligning an eye on the gap.
I promised myself that it was the last time. It was too risky, but the temptation pumped my heart. I had to see more of Otome. I gulped, concentrating. A cloud of steam surrounded the naked silhouette of my host mother. She held a bath bucket aloft, and poured the hot water over her head and shoulders. I gasped at the sight of water droplets sliding down her curves, making her body glisten under the dim light. She looked so erotic.
just to be clear the vagina there is for hallucinations purposes
A soft sigh left her mouth as she roamed her soapy hands all over her body. Eventually, she traced her fingers southward, over her sensitive part, where her cock was slowly coming back to life. I inhaled a deep, staggering breath, feeling the throes of arousal getting the better of me. I was a shy breadth’s away from pulling my cock out and masturbate right there and then.
I told myself that it was the last time. It was my excuse not to feel guilty, to keep watching. There was such an erotic spectacle going on, and I didn’t want to miss it. It was my last ticket to see Otome naked, glistening under the hot water. In that steamy haze, she looked like a fairy. Her humongous mounds of goodness jiggled with each jerk of her hand, her nipples stiff from the flashes of pleasure her hand was wrecking upon herself.
She grabbed her cock, and started rubbing it up and down, sensually, rhythmically, as if she were savoring each pump of her hand. She could hardly fold her fingers around that thick, monstrous slab of meat. Still, she managed to furl and unfurl her foreskin. Otome’s back arched slightly, her head slinging backward as a hoarse moan rang out through the bathroom.
She was close! I could see it from her flapping jaw, her groans, and her accelerated jacking. With a sudden buck of her hips, bullets of cum shot out of her cocktip, sailing in the air with a beautiful curve. A gasp hitched in my throat, and with haste, I ran back to my room, locking the door.
I crawled underneath the blankets, slipped out of my shorts, and crept a hand down on the bulge of my underwear. Yes, it was the last time I would peep on Otome. Definitely.
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