<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Anime_Swimmer_03.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Takahiro "Tak-kun" Tsurugi</strong></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>    </td><td><br/>Ayumi had always been such a sweet girl. Never did she want to disappoint anyone if it could be helped. It was partly due to this trait that the relationship between the three of them was the way it was now; she could not pick one of them over the other, so she aimed to be with both of them, love both men equally. Naturally, a small part of Takahiro wished he could have her all to himself, but Yasutora was his friend and the swimmer was not so selfish that he would listen to that tiny voice inside his head.<br/><br/>The petite waitress' reactions were always cute and fun to observe when he inserted something into her rear. At first she would always suffer a bit, but as soon as the whole of it was buried in her tight hole she would resume moaning and writhing in pleasure full force. Even with all the practice he's had with her so far he could not keep away the initial pain completely, but he always set his mind to delivering onto her as much pleasure as possible as compensation for putting up with this fetish of his.<br/><br/>With every thrust he could feel the metallic, flat surface of the butt plug brush and bump against his pelvis, cradling back and forth slightly whenever he pushed his hips forward. Ayumi could no longer contain herself in the face of his ongoing assault, her stiffled moans becoming clearly audible, echoing faintly through the room, along with the sounds of their lower bodies slapping together and her suckling of Yasu's member. The amount of moisture her privates excreted had increased much since they had begun their morning session. He could feel it trickle down from where their bodies were connected in heated passion and lust, trickling onto the bedsheets every other push he made into her with his rod. What he felt as well was the smooth sensation of her legs, which were wrapped in a pair of black stockings. He still couldn't remember when this particular fetish had spawned, but it was likely his very first. He loved the sight of women in any sort of socks or stockings that reached above the knee or higher <del>   </del> his favorite colour being black. It was simply a very alluring and arousing sight for him to behold, so he had bought several pairs for Ayumi since their relationship had begun. Waking up to the sight of her sleeping form still clad in them had only served as fuel to the fire of his desire to tease and fuck her that morning.<br/><br/>As he gazed down her slender backside, her long, dark hair sprawled across it, he saw Ayumi slowly stretch hands back towards him. Nodding, more to himself than anyone else, he reached out to grasp each of her hands with his own. This was the sort of trust that they had between them, as now the suspension of her upper body was almost completely dependant on Takahiro. He squeezed her hands tightly, telling her without uttering a word that he hold her tight.<br/><br/>Not soon after young woman called out to him, informing Takahiro that she would soon reach her first climax of the day and that she didn't wish for him to slow down; not that it had crossed his mind for even a second to do so! <strong>"Fuu~ Ah, yeah, I'm cumming soon too! Let's cum together, Ayu-chan!"</strong> he responded to her, grunting and groaning pleasure. Soon enough he found himself slamming his hips foreward one final time, driving his quivering cock deep into her pussy. His back arched as pleasure washed over him like the water in the pool. Thick ropes of sperm spilled deep into Ayumi's tight crevasse, filling her up with his mark. He would sometimes hear from others that their girls didn't like them releasing it inside, but luckily Ayumi was not like that, making him love her only more as a result.<br/><br/><strong>"Morning sex... always... feels great~"</strong> Once the last of his first load of the morning had been ejected into her body, the dark haired swimmer took a moment to regain his breath. His hands still holding onto hers securely, Takahiro just observed in silence and bliss until she was finished with Yasu.<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>