The pleasure of female body sushi

After we finished, we lounged naked on the sofa, watching an incredibly boring Japanese porn film.
"Hey, hey, old man, why do those delivery guys in porn always come in and have sex with the woman?" the girl asked me.
"Old cliché, I can't answer that," I said coldly, pinching her butt. "
Then let's order a pizza later and see if the delivery guy comes in and has sex with us?"
"Don't even think about it, delivery guys are almost always men… Ah, maybe if you were home alone, you could look like a cheating housewife. But this is my house, you can't do that." I thrust my middle finger into her vagina to assert my dominance, and it was sucked so tightly that I couldn't help but insert my index finger as well, and she started writhing wantonly.
At noon, she actually ordered a pizza. I chuckled, took out the money, gave it to her, and told her to answer the door and pick it up. Sure enough, she walked in looking disappointed.
"What? Didn't you say you were going to have sex with the delivery guy?" I looked at her amusedly. Actually, I've ordered pizza delivery thousands, even tens of thousands of times. Living in this area, there's only one pizza place nearby, and I order it when I'm feeling lazy on weekends. This has gradually turned me into a boring, overweight middle-aged man.
"Not cute at all, wearing a uniform and working so seriously, it makes it hard for me to even speak to him," she said, tugging at her ponytail sheepishly. "Seeing him so focused, I really don't want to joke with him."
"Right?" I shrugged.
She opened the pizza; we'd ordered takoyaki and a mixed seafood flavor. She happily showed off the Coke, saying, "Yay, there's Coke too!" With that, she strode over to the cupboard and took out two glasses.
“There used to be a rumor online that douching with Coke could kill sperm and prevent pregnancy,” I chuckled. “And if you soak cockroaches or teeth in a Coke cup, they’ll all dissolve.”
“It’s not aqua regia, what kind of scary drink is that?” She grinned and moved closer to me. “You actually meant douching with Coke, didn’t you?”
I raised my hands and said, “Honestly, I never thought of that. You lewd girl, you always think that way.”
As if plotting something, she took the Coke to the counter, pulled out a clean wine bottle, poured some Coke into it, and then carried it all back.
“I feel like I can read minds now. You don’t need to say anything to know what you want to do.” I smiled at her, snatched the bottle, pulled down her shorts and underwear that she had worn to get pizza, and forcefully shoved the bottle into her vagina.
She laughed hysterically beneath me, "So cold, hahaha!"
After pouring the cola into her vagina, I brought my mouth to her vulva and licked it. Looking at her unusually flushed face, I laughed and said, "I want to drink cola."
She sat up slightly, and the cola flowed out of her vagina and into my mouth, along with her vaginal fluids. The sweetness of the cola was so overwhelming that it masked even the taste of her vaginal fluids, but the lewd atmosphere wouldn't dissipate. After finishing the cola in her vagina, I started licking her vagina clean with my tongue. Because of the cola, her vagina had become as sweet as honey. Combined with her constantly wet lower body and swollen clitoris, she was simply an incredibly lewd woman.
I began to wonder who had trained her to be so obedient and docile. Furthermore, I became jealous of the person who had trained her.

I licked her vulva, then placed the piping hot pizza slices, one by one, on her body. The takoyaki-flavored salad dressing smeared all over her skin. She giggled, watching the peas roll down her stomach, and the still-hot pizza crusts lay on her.
"Do you want to eat like this?" she asked, grabbing the seafood slice as well, naturally scattering shrimp and other bits all over her as well.
I gently swept the pizza slices across her body, leaving red marks where the crust burned her fair skin—it looked quite hot.
I smiled and then spread fries on her.
"This is so troublesome, uncle, I'm all greasy." She laughed heartily, some peas shaking off her naked body.
"When have you ever been clean and tidy in my house?" I looked at her with a smile.
"Isn't it supposed to be accompanied by cold food or fruit for Nyotaimori (body sushi) to make it more appealing? Putting on a pizza seems to take away a bit of the elegance."
"Elegance my foot! It's just lewdness." I maliciously pinched her nipple. She tried to twist her body, but I restrained her. "Don't twist, the food on you is going to fall off."
"Now that I think about it, if you put on sashimi or something, the raw food will be affected by body temperature. Pizza is better." She said casually, and when I stopped, "Ah, it's so hot, I'm going to sweat."
"If that's the case, then the pizza on you will be cooled down by your body temperature. And since you said you're going to sweat, won't the pizza get saltier?" I laughed at her.
She laughed loudly, and the pizza fell off, which I caught, making my naked body greasy.
"Eat up," she urged, pointing to the slice of pizza on her chest. "The pizza is too big; it doesn't feel like 'female body sushi' at all."
"Oh, sorry," I apologized instinctively. To be honest, I was far less creative than her; she was bolder and stranger than most women.
I quickly took a big bite of the pizza on her body, and she sat up, the green beans and shrimp on her body rolling onto the floor. She said softly, "We'll clean it up later," and took a bite of the pizza in my hand.
We shared a slice of pizza, our greasy hands caressing each other. She sucked her fingers, placed her hand on my penis, swallowed, and began to give me oral sex, even looking up at me and saying, "You eat your lunch."
My hands were greasy; one hand held the pizza, the other grabbed her hair and made her give me oral sex. In that state of satisfying both appetite and sexual desire, what could I possibly complain about?
Her clean, fresh hair was now sticky from my greasy hands. But compared to our previous sex where we were urinated on each other, this seemed insignificant.
I swallowed the last bite of pizza, and her hands moved faster. I couldn't help but grab her hair and say, "I'm about to cum."
She quickened her pace, but unexpectedly… always unexpectedly, she grabbed a slice of pizza and used it to catch my ejaculation.
My penis swelled and swelled like that, finally ejaculating all over the pizza.
"Wow, a double whammy!" She looked at the pizza covered in my semen, glanced at me greasy, and laughed as she ate.
I thought she was crazy, but I was pretty much the same myself, so I had no right to judge others.

She held the pizza stained with my semen and ate it with such earnestness and relish, I was completely captivated by her acting.
Because it was so masterful, several times I felt it wasn't acting at all.
She was eating a pizza that smelled strongly of semen, her hands, hair, and body were all greasy, and her once fair and flawless face was covered in pizza grease. I also felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.
The DVD on TV was still playing a scene of penetration. I'd just ejaculated on the pizza and didn't have the energy to ejaculate again. I slumped down next to her, drinking my Coke, even the glass was greasy.
"This is going to be hard to clean now," I said helplessly, looking at the glass.
"I'll clean it. You must be tired, Uncle. Go take a shower and maybe take a nap. I'll be right there." She wolfed down the pizza, seemingly in a real hurry to clear the food off the table.
"Don't eat so fast. It's all dirty anyway. Let's eat first, then take a shower and then take a nap," I stopped her, shoving a takoyaki pizza into her hand.
She took a bite, smiled at me, and said, "I still prefer the amphibious kind."
I glanced at her sideways, feeling like I was increasingly able to guess what she was going to say next.
"Because there's semen on it?"
she cheered, hugging me tightly with sticky hands, ruffling my hair with her greasy hands, licking my ear, and blowing on it, "That's fair, we'll wash together later."
Sometimes I have to admit, I couldn't tell how much of her exaggerated words were true and how much was false. Although I could increasingly guess what she was going to say next, if you thought about it in a way that defied common sense, it wasn't hard to guess that the things you wouldn't think to do or say were the things she wanted to do or say.
Although I could guess easily every time, I had no idea whether she wanted to or not.
As she ate takoyaki, her head gradually lowered to lick my testicles. My penis was in a normal state, but her licking made it gradually hard.
"You still have the energy of a twenty-something, old man," she said with a smile.
"So you've slept with twenty-something guys?" I took the opportunity to get information out of her. Although I didn't really want to know her that much, I couldn't help but think that not even knowing her name was going too far.
"Have you ever slept with underage girls, uncle?" she asked, looking up at me, her licking my testicles a pleasantly itchy sensation.
I remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, "If we're really going to count, it was when I was still in high school, sleeping with my high school girlfriend, right? Does that count as sleeping with a minor?" I counted on my fingers, fourteen, sixteen, eighteen…
She maliciously pulled back my foreskin, sucking on my glans, and said, "Liar. In my eyes, there's no difference between fourteen and under fourteen, it depends on the person." "
Your last sentence sounded like a world-weary old man complaining," I laughed.
"Uncle, do you like my pussy?" she asked, her greasy hands touching her pussy and my penis, chewing the last bite of pizza.
"I love it, I love it so much," I honestly told her, leaning in to kiss her, using my tongue to dangle the pizza from her mouth as we ate the takoyaki-flavored pizza while kissing. It sounds disgusting, but we've done too many disgusting things already.
She chuckled, looking quite satisfied. We kissed passionately, but didn't go any further and made love. We were covered in the grease of pizza, her vagina still smeared with the sweetness of cola and pizza fat. We were both reeking of pizza oil, naked and embracing each other, our hair sticky and tangled, yet we kissed deeply.
It was arguably the most sincere kiss we'd had since we started living together.

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