Aoi tiptoed out of the nursery, her daughter Sakura finally asleep. Six days postpartum and her tits were heavy, leaking through her thin white tee. Underneath she wore black lace panties that dug into her still-tender hips. Her pussy hadn't stopped throbbing since she pushed that baby out — the opposite, actually. Everything was swollen, hot, electric.

Odanna sat on the tatami, black kimono with petal patterns hanging loose. His little white horns caught the moonlight, red eyes fixed on his phone. He looked up when she slid the shoji door shut.

"Little demon's down?" he asked.

Aoi didn't answer. She pulled her shirt off. Her breasts swung out, nipples dark and shiny with milk. There it was — his gaze, that hungry demon flicker.

"Remember what you did to me at the station last week?" she whispered, sinking to her knees. "Grabbed my ass through my jeans, shoved your fingers in my cunt right there against the ticket gate."

Odanna's kimono opened as she tugged the silk belt. His cock was already awake, thick and veined, the head slick. She kissed the tip, milk dripping from her nipples onto his shaft.

"I was thinking," she said, her cunt so wet she felt it on her thighs. "You love being shameless, don't you? So be it."

She pushed him flat, skin warm and demon-hot. Then she peeled off her panties — a wet rope of arousal still connecting them — and straddled his hips, grinding her dripping slit against his length. Her plump