Plump Girlfriend's Rainy Day Handjob at Her Apartment

On a rainy afternoon, I arrived at the suburban apartment. Amid the sound of rain tapping on the windows, I pressed the intercom. The door opened quickly, and Yurika appeared.

"You're late. Come in."

Yurika works at a bakery and always has a soft smile. Today, she was dressed simply in a white T-shirt and black skirt. Her plump figure slightly stretched the fabric of the T-shirt, clearly outlining her large breasts. The room was a bit stuffy, with the humidity typical of the rainy season.

I was led to the living room and sat on the sofa. Yurika sat next to me. The distance was close. Her shoulder touched my arm, and I felt the sensation of soft flesh against it.

"Today was slow because of the rain, not many customers."

As she said that, Yurika leaned closer. Her breasts pressed against my side. Through the T-shirt, I could feel the weight and elasticity of her ample chest. Her breath was slightly sweet, and her body heat gradually seeped in.

When I tried to shift my body a little, Yurika smiled and wrapped her arm around me.

"Don't move."

Her hand was placed on my thigh. Her fingers slowly traced the inside. Her thighs extending from the skirt overlapped with my leg, and the sensation of soft flesh transmitted through the fabric. Her breasts became even more closely pressed, and I could hear her breathing near my ear.

"You can take it slow today."

Yurika's hand unzipped my zipper. Her fingers gently touched over my underwear. With slow movements, she enveloped it as if checking its shape. In the room filled with heat, the warmth of her palm transferred gradually.

My breathing became a little rough. Sensing that, Yurika slowed her movements further, writhing her body while pressing her breasts against me. The softness of her breasts rippled against me, and the sound of fabric rubbing echoed softly.

"It's hot, isn't it..."

Her fingers slid down the underwear, touching the skin directly. She slowly grasped it and moved up and down. The pressure was gentle, stimulating the tip carefully with her thumb while maintaining a slow rhythm. The moisture in her palm gradually increased, making the movements smoother.

The sound of rain mixed with her sighs. Yurika occasionally looked up, met my eyes, and smiled. Her expression was gentle and a little embarrassed.

Her hand continued to envelop from the base to the tip, varying the gripping pressure to stimulate. Sometimes stopping, she rubbed the tip in circles with her thumb. Her breasts remained pressed against me, pushing with her body weight. The soft part of her abdomen also touched, giving a sensation of being entirely enveloped.

"How is it?"

Yurika asked in a low voice. Her hand didn't stop, slightly increasing speed while maintaining care. The pads of her fingers traced the veins, gently stimulating the tip. When my hips seemed about to lift, she held them down with her other hand.

The rain continued to fall. The room was humid, and my skin felt a bit sticky. Yurika's T-shirt was slightly damp around the chest, making the shape more distinctly visible.

Her hand slowed again, gripping slowly. Yurika's eyes, watching my reaction while exhaling, were slightly moist. The movements of her fingertips maintained a steady rhythm, gradually building excitement without rushing.

When I began to feel the limit and my body started to tremble, Yurika didn't stop her movements and accepted it as is. In her soft hand, heat spread. She pressed her breasts even more strongly and let out a small breath near my ear.

Even after it was over, Yurika didn't pull away for a while. Only the sound of rain echoed in the room. The sensation of her breasts and the warmth of her hand still lingered.