まじなんでさんのおんながツレマシタノデ早速いただくことにした
Title: A Steamy Encounter at the Hotel
Masanori had always been a devout bachelor, content with his solo life in the heart of Tokyo. However, fate had other plans for him on this particular summer day. As he stepped into the air-conditioned lobby of the upscale hotel after a long day at the office, a stunning woman named Akira caught his eye.
Akira was a vision of beauty, her raven hair cascading down her back, her crimson lips curved into a devilish smirk. She wore a form-fitting red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and Masanori couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins. Akira noticed his gaze and sauntered over, her hips swaying with each step.
“Hey there, handsome,” Akira purred, her voice like honey. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. Would you like to join me for a drink in my suite?”
Masanori’s heart raced, his mouth suddenly dry. He had never been propositioned so boldly before. But something about Akira’s confidence and allure made him throw caution to the wind. “Lead the way,” he replied, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach.
The elevator ride to Akira’s suite was tense with anticipation. As they stepped into the luxurious room, Akira suddenly pushed Masanori against the wall, her lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss. Masanori groaned, his hands roaming her curvaceous body, feeling every inch of her silky skin.
Akira wasted no time, unzipping his pants and freeing his thick, hard cock. She sank to her knees, taking him into her mouth with expert ease. Masanori’s head fell back against the wall, lost in the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him. Akira’s tongue swirled around his girth, teasing the sensitive head as she bobbed up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, Akira,” Masanori gasped, his fingers tangled in her hair. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
Akira smiled wickedly around his cock, taking him deeper into her throat. She relaxed her jaw, allowing him to thrust deeper, faster. Masanori could feel the familiar tension building in his balls, but he didn’t want this to end just yet.
With a grunt, he
