Yao in Wedding Dress on Anniversary

"Today is my anniversary with Yao, isn’t it…"

I muttered to myself while looking at the calendar.

Even though it’s been years since then, just recalling that day still makes my heart race.

This year marks exactly five years since we got together.

Every year, we make this day special, but this time, I plan to do something a little different.

"Alright… everything’s ready."

I psyched myself up and left the room.

"Oh? Honey, what’s wrong? You seem so flustered," Yao said, looking at me curiously as I stepped into the hallway.

"No, it’s nothing," I replied.

"Hehe, really? But you look incredibly nervous for someone about to head to work."

"Huh!? D-Did it seem that way… haha…"

She’d hit the nail on the head, so I could only manage a wry smile.

"I thought for sure you were preparing a surprise party for our anniversary…"

She said this with a mischievous grin.

It seems she’d seen right through me.

"Well… I did think about that…"

"Hmm… Then what were you planning to do?"

Yao asked with an intrigued expression.

"This."

"This dress is… and this mask…"

Yao’s face lit up with surprise as I presented the wedding dress and a realistic silicone mask.

"It’s the same design as the dress you wore for that shoot back then, along with a matching mask. Do you remember?"

"Hehe, how nostalgic"

"Yeah, I was hoping you’d wear them…"

"That’s wonderful, Producer!"

Yao beamed with a radiant smile.

"That day was so much fun, wasn’t it?"

"Yeah… Do you still feel happy being with me, Yao?"

"Of course I do! After all, I…"

As she spoke, she lifted the hem of the wedding dress.

"…married my destined person."

She said this with a shy, joyful smile.

"Hehe, I’m so happy."

She squeezed my hand as she spoke.

"Yao, I love you."

"And I love you too."

We gazed into each other’s eyes and kissed, neither of us sure who started it.

The closeness made it feel like our body heat had become one.

There couldn’t be anything happier than this.

"Producer, I want to try on this dress and mask right now."

"Okay. Go ahead and change."

"Yay!"

With that, she went into her room with the dress and mask.

A few minutes later, Yao emerged, draped in the white wedding dress, the realistic mask perfectly in place, transforming her into that nostalgic figure from years ago. She then picked up a pair of white satin gloves from the bedside table and slipped them on, the smooth fabric hugging her hands.

"How do I look?"

She twirled around to show me, her gloved hands resting on the dress.

Her beauty was like an angel descending to earth, leaving me breathless.

"You’re gorgeous, Yao."

"Hehe, thank you!"

She seemed absolutely delighted.

"Really… so beautiful…"

"That makes me happy!"

I pulled Yao into a hug.

"Producer… mm…"

This time, she hugged me back, her satin gloves pressing against my back.

"Mm… chupa… lero… nchu…"

We kissed passionately.

"Mm… chupa… puha… ha… ha…"

When our lips parted, a thread of saliva stretched between us.

As it broke, Yao’s breath quickened beneath the mask, and she reached toward my crotch, her satin glove brushing my pants lightly.

"Producer, you’re already like this…"

"Sorry…"

"It’s okay. It just means you want me that much, right?"

"Yes…"

"Since it’s our anniversary, I’ll put in extra effort today."

"Please do."

And with that, we headed to the bed.

She pulled off my pants and rubbed me through my tented underwear with her gloved hand.

"It’s getting so hot."

"It’s because you’re too beautiful, Yao…"

"Oh… Saying it with those eyes makes me blush."

Yao gave a shy, playful smile through the mask.

"No, it’s true. I’ve thought so since we got married—no, since the day we first met."

"Oh… Flattering me like that won’t get you anything extra, you know?"

"I want all of you, Yao."

"My, my… You’re so passionate, Producer"

Her voice carried a flicker of excitement.

"But everything I am already belongs to you… so you can do whatever you want with me."

"Then… um… a handjob…"

"Did you get this dress and mask just for that, Producer?"

"N-No! It’s a coincidence!"

I’d bought them purely to make Yao happy, but her seeing through my lust made me feel embarrassed.

"Is that so? Well, I suppose I have no choice then."

With that, she slowly pulled down my underwear, her satin glove grazing my skin.

My erection sprang free.

"Wow, so full of energy!"

Yao laughed cheerfully.

"It’s kind of cute!"

She gently gripped me with both gloved hands, the satin smooth against my skin.

"Ah…"

Even fully erect, my modest penis fit easily in her small hands.

"Hehe, it twitched."

She began moving her hands up and down.

"Ahh… it feels so good."

"I’m glad."

The sound—shh, shh—accompanied a growing wave of pleasure.

Precum flowed freely, slicking her gloves.

"Hehe, so much juice is coming out of your penis, Producer."

"Sorry, I might cum soon…"

"That’s fine. Let it out whenever you want."

"Yes… auh…!"

When her gloved fingers brushed the glans peeking out from the foreskin, I let out a pathetic whimper.

"This spot feels good, doesn’t it?"

She focused on that sensitive area, her satin gloves teasing it gently.

I struggled to keep my knees from buckling under the pleasure.

"Your penis is starting to smell naughty."

The exposed tip was coated with yellowish smegma around the opening.

Yao brought her face close, sniffed it through the mask, then licked it off.

"Salty and delicious."

"Yao… that’s… no…"

"Why not?"

"Because I’ll… cum right away…"

"That’s okay. I’d be happy to be dirtied by you, Producer."

Yao rubbed her masked cheek against it.

"So don’t hold back—let it out!"

"Yao…"

"You’ve been working so hard that your penis has built up lots of semen and smegma, hasn’t it?"

"Y-Yeah…"

"I’ll take it all for you."

With that, she pulled down the softened foreskin, exposing the glans, her glove slipping slightly.

Due to severe phimosis, the underdeveloped, pink head—almost virginal—had a thick layer of smegma caked on it.

"You’ve been storing up so much."

Yao caressed my messy penis with her satin gloves, the fabric now faintly stained.

"Ah… Yao…"

"Producer, do you remember? The first time I jerked you off with my hands?"

"Yes…"

How could I forget?

Ever since then, I’ve been captivated by her hands.

"Just thinking about that day still makes my body heat up."

"Me too…"

"It’s a precious anniversary. Our marriage, our first kiss, holding hands, and the first time I stroked you—all on this day."

"Yeah…"

"With the same hands as back then—now in these satin gloves—I’ll make your penis feel good, so go ahead and cum lots."

A goddess in a white dress and mask smiled at me.

At the same time, her skilled handjob targeted the weak spots of my feeble little penis.

"Ah…! Nn…!"

"Come on, you need to relax more, or it won’t work."

"I can’t…! If you do that… I can’t hold back…!"

"It’s okay. You don’t have to hold back."

"Then… inside the glove…!"

"Yes, got it."

Yao peeled off one satin glove and slipped it over my short penis, the smooth fabric enveloping me.

"Ah… it’s coming…!"

"Yes, go ahead."

"Uuuuuhhh!!!!"

Spurt! Splatter!

Yellowish semen filled the satin glove.

"So much came out♪"

With each pulse, a huge amount of semen shot out, pooling in the fabric.

The sensation of it rushing through my urethra sent shivers down my spine.

"It’s still not stopping, is it?"

"Sorry…"

"Don’t apologize. This is a badge of honor for doing your job well in my hand."

"You did great, Producer’s penis, cumming so properly."

Yao gently rubbed me with her remaining gloved hand.

The comfort made me want to stay in that moment forever.

Just as the glove overflowed with semen, my climax subsided, and a little dribble leaked from my shrunken penis.

"You let out so much."

Yao removed the glove and peered inside as she spoke.

She gazed lovingly at the thick, yellowish goo pooled within.

"Wow… such a huge amount…"

"It’s embarrassing…"

"And such a strong smell…"

Yao toyed with the satin glove, her masked face dreamy, then brought it to her mouth and licked it through the mask’s opening.

"It’s tho delithious…"

She licked it clean, the satin glistening with saliva.

"Producer’s…"

Yao sucked the remaining juice from the glove with a slurp, then opened her mouth to show me through the mask.

"You drank it all!?"

"Yes♪"

She answered with a blissful smile, her voice muffled slightly by the mask.

"Was it good?"

"Yes, somehow your semen feels even tastier today."

Yao hugged me tightly.

I felt the softness of her chest and her warmth against me.

"Maybe because it’s from my destined person on this special day?"

"I’m sure that’s it."

"Me too. We’ll always be together."

"Yes."

We kissed again, neither sure who started it.

We held each other like that for a long, long time.