[45pic] Still in Sweaty Shirt / 汗ばむ白シャツのままで (Patreon)

"It seems... it was still too warm today."Underneath the jacket she took off in the office, faint sweat stains bloomed across her white shirt.She felt eyes on the translucent fabric—and blushed.

——Seeing her like that, her boss gave a quiet signal.Just as you are.To his silent invitation, she lowered her gaze—and nodded.

Night. An empty reception room.Still in her damp shirt, she was pressed down onto the leather sofa.Her bound wrists trembled.A red ball gag filled her mouth, trapping even her breath in heat.

"Nn... ngh... mmf..."The sweat-drenched fabric rubbed against her nipples, the sensation growing slicker, sharper.They stood out beneath the shirt, and each brush made her thighs loosen slightly, involuntarily.

"Nnghh... mm... mmnf...!"Fingers slipped in, parting her soaked underwear with wet, obscene sounds.Her muffled cries spilled past the gag as new sweat stains spread across the fabric, blooming with heat.

"Nn... mmff... nghh...!"Her legs were parted, leaving nowhere to run, and then—he plunged deep inside.

As the rhythm deepened and the sofa creaked beneath them,her belly pulsed with pleasure, her mind going hazy with sweat and scent.

"Nnghh... mmmn... nnnnn... ahhh...!"A wave of pleasure melted through her, making her body twitch helplessly.And as the scent, the heat, the shame—everything—was laid bare,

She sank sweetly, quietly,to the very bottom of release.

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「……まだ、暑かったみたいですね……」オフィスで脱いだジャケットの下、シャツには汗じみが。透けそうな白布に視線を感じ、頬を赤らめる。

——そんな姿を見た、彼女の上司は静かに合図を出した。 今日はそのままで。夜の誘いに、彼女は俯きながらも、確かに頷いた。

夜。誰もいない応接室。 湿ったシャツのまま押し倒され、背中がソファの革に貼り付く。縛られた手首が震える。赤い猿轡が口元を塞ぎ、吐息さえ熱くこもる。

「んっ……んぅ……ふっ……」汗を含んだシャツが乳首をこすり、濡れた感触が伝わる。乳首の形が浮き上がり、布越しに擦られて、脚がじわりと開いていく。

「んぅぅっ……ふ、んんんっ……！」愛撫は、下着の中まで音を立てて滑り込む。くぐもった声が抑えられず漏れ、シャツには、新たな汗じみが広がっていく。

「んんっ……っふ、んっ……ぅぐぅっ……！」脚を押し開かれ、逃げ場もないまま奥まで挿し込まれる。

律動に合わせてソファが軋み、快感が腹の奥を叩くと、汗と香りが絡みつき、頭が真っ白になっていく。

「んぐぅっ……んぅっ、んんんっ……ぁぁっ……！」意識が溶けるような快楽の波に、身体がきゅっと跳ねた。そして、香りも、熱も、羞恥さえもさらけ出しながら—— 彼女は、甘く、静かに、絶頂の底へと堕ちていった。