Kiss the Stranger

My mind went blank, and it was hard to think. All I could see was the strong arms holding me and the thick tongue swirling in my mouth.
“…Haa.”
As soon as our lips parted, the choked breath burst out. Our gasps clashed in the air. Kamar’s face, looking down at me, was flushed.

“…Johann.”
Kamar called my name. I didn’t say anything. Instead, I reached out and gently stroked his cheek. Kamar’s scent grew even stronger.
Kamar moved his head without taking his eyes off me. The slightest movement was enough. I shivered slightly as my lips touched the palm of his cheek. Kamar grabbed my wrist and buried his lips deeper in mine. He gently opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, and began to lick each ridge, savoring each line of my palm.

“It tastes sweet.”
Kamar whispered. I answered blankly.
“Because I ate the olives earlier.”

Was it candied? Was it salt?
My mind was spinning. Kamar smiled.
“No, Johan. It’s because your body is made of honey.”
He then tightened his grip around my waist and hugged me tightly. Our bodies were pressed together underwater. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe. I stared blankly up at him, and Kamar muttered softly.

“That’s why it tastes so sweet, isn’t it?”
“Is that so…?”
“That’s right.”

His voice filled my hazy mind. Through my slowly blinking vision, I saw Kamar tilt his head.
“That’s why it smells so sweet.”
I heard a kiss on my neck.

“And your skin is sweet.”
His lips then trailed down my shoulder. As expected, he kissed me softly and turned his head.
“You want me to lick it all up with my tongue, don’t you?”

The kiss that started on my cheek finally connected with my lips. His tongue entered my parted mouth. Then, Kamar lifted me up. Still kissing, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he walked out of the water, holding me. He placed me on the sand and climbed up. His weight, pressing down on my entire body, made me gasp, but instead of pushing him away, I hugged his neck.
“Johann.”
Taking advantage of the brief moment our lips parted, Kamar called my name. “Yes,” I replied softly. I gulped, his gaze fixed on the small rise and fall of my throat. His purple eyes were tinged with savage lust. Kamar, who seemed to be in agony for a moment, tilted his head.

“…Ah!”
The sound of flesh being chewed rang in my ears. I let out a short scream, but the tooth burrowed into my throat, digging deeper. The sound of lips closing and sucking flesh echoed right in my ear. Every time the rough friction hit my ears, my whole body trembled. The fear that Kamar would chew me up and devour me completely, and the excitement of wanting him to do so, mixed together, made my mind a mess.
Kamar hugged me tightly. My back felt like it was going to break. I struggled to breathe, and as I sagged, Kamar, who had been sucking on my neck for a long time, moved his lips away.

Ah.
A sigh vanished into his mouth. Kamar's lips brushed against mine, one arm around my waist, the other reaching down to grab my buttocks. The force of his large hand gripping and kneading my flesh made me groan, a mixture of pain and excitement.
“Johann.”
Kamar, who had stuck out his tongue and licked the inside of my upper lip, opened his mouth. I raised my gaze, my eyes aroused by the heat. Before answering, I raised both hands and cupped his cheeks. I pulled him carefully, and he tilted his head in agreement. As soon as our lips had gently touched, Kamar's lips were again pressed together. He pressed down hard on my lips, his tongue swirling wildly inside my mouth, incomparably more violently than the kiss I had just given him.

"Ugh, uh-uh, uh-uh."
My mouth kept leaking out. Embarrassingly, Kamar kept rubbing our lips and intertwining our tongues, and I couldn't stop kissing him.
His hand, which had been gripping my hips, shifted to grip the inside of my thighs. His fingers dug in hard, and I flinched at the pain, closing my eyes. Then Kamar broke the kiss.

Haah, haah. Ah, haah.
A sound mingled with his heavy breathing. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Kamar rise. Still staring at me, he pulled his shirt up and removed it in one motion. His tanned, sun-kissed skin immediately caught my eye. His thick collarbone connected to his thick neck, and beneath it, his large, firm chest rose and fell rapidly with his heavy breathing. Johan's gaze shifted downward.
Beads of sweat trickled down his chest, undulating along his abs like a stream flowing through a valley, then descending, either quickly or slowly. Finally, the drops rolled down his waistband and disappeared into his thick body hair.

Kamar half-stood, kneeling between my legs. Through the gap between his widely parted legs, I saw him grab his genitals. For a moment, my mind went blank.
Kamar's unusually large hands were filled with a thick, overflowing mass of savagery. The erect penis, thick veins clearly visible, cast a rough shadow.

Kamar grabbed my knee, which was about to flinch in fear, with his free hand. He looked down at me from between my legs, which had been splayed wide open. His usually night-like purple eyes were unusually dark, almost black. Kamar spoke.

“Aren’t you scared, Johan? Do you want to touch it?”
I hesitated for a moment, as if he were asking a question as if he were pushing a gaping beast into me. Kamar, holding onto the beast’s torso, said he wasn’t scared, but when he saw the genitals, drooling at him, my whole body froze. I couldn’t believe how many times that thing had entered me. I simply watched, and Kamar called my name with a ragged gasp.
“Johan.”

He reached out and grabbed my wrist. I flinched, but he silently pulled me towards his member. The moment my trembling fingertips touched it, Kamar furrowed his brow.
“Ugh.”
A painful moan, as if barely holding back ejaculation, escaped my lips. I raised my gaze, and Kamar’s contorted, flushed face came into view. I felt fear, yet my heart pounded. Kamar was getting aroused. I barely managed to spread my trembling hand and reach for his penis. Kamar placed his hand over mine and firmly grasped the massive, bulging member.

“……!”
I could feel the pounding, pulsating pulse beneath my palm. Even with one, or even with both hands, I wouldn’t be able to grasp it all. Fearful yet slightly curious, I felt a surge of curiosity.
Kamar, seeing that I was quietly holding onto his member instead of pulling away in shock, carefully moved his hand to grab mine. Following his lead, I moved my hand, stroking his member. The aroused member gained weight in my hand. I flinched, but I still held my hand still, not pulling it out. Confident in that, Kamar now began to use my hand to masturbate without hesitation.

I stared at him with astonishment. More precisely, ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) I couldn't even blink, just staring at Kamar's hand, which was gripping mine, and at his penis, throbbing furiously, adding mass within it. I'd once seen his penis, and it reminded me of a snake. The snake, erect and threatening, heated up in my hand. Kamar stroked his long, thick member with my hand, leaning forward with one hand, his upper body pressed against the ground. The man's ragged breath, aroused, raging, cascading over me. I could feel semen welling up inside his hardened member. His hand moved faster, and a clear fluid dripped from the tip. Ah, maybe. I knew what was next. And before I could close my eyes...
"Haa..."
With a long, deep moan, Kamar's thick semen sprayed everywhere. It was Kamar who ejaculated, but even I found myself breathing heavily. Two, three times, each time Kamar stroked his member, semen poured out onto me. I blinked, lost in thought, my whole body covered in cum.
“Ah, Johan.”

Gasping, Kamar tilted his head. Immediately, our lips met, and he lowered his hips.
“…Ah.”
A thin moan escaped my lips. His hardened member, still hard from ejaculation, entered me. My soaking hole made a lewd, wet sound. This time, Kamar, slowly thrusting his hips in and out of me, ejaculated inside me.

“…Why?”
I suddenly saw him smile, and asked in surprise. Instead of answering, he raised his upper body. He moved his body without lifting his lower body, causing my face to contort. Kamar brought his hand to my stomach and slowly stroked it, soaking wet. His and my cum mixed together on my stomach. Kamar raised his hand and stuck his tongue out. He smiled lecherously.
“I know what you and my child taste like.”

My face flushed. He smiled and kissed me again. I could smell Kamar’s sweet scent on my lips, along with an unfamiliar one. The moment I realized it was ours, I was aroused again.
“Ah…”
Kamar chuckled quietly.

“Don’t be too tight, Johan. You’re tight enough without it.”
I tried to say I wasn’t doing it on purpose, but my mouth was silenced by the kiss. Without even being able to deny it, Kamar began to move his hips again.