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The sunlight streamed through the bay windows, dancing rays illuminating the spacious living room of the Nakamura household. Hunched over the coffee table, Toshio Nakamura furrowed his brow, intense concentration etched onto his face as he scrutinized the puzzle spread out before him. It was a particularly challenging jigsaw, one depicting an idyllic mountain scene – snow-capped peaks, evergreen forests, a tranquil lake – all pieced together in vivid 2000-piece detail.

“Mathieu, you old goat! I finally figured out where this damned piece belongs!” Toshio exclaimed, triumphantly slotting it into place at the upper right corner of the puzzle. The patriarch of the Nakamura clan, Toshio was a tall, fit 45-year-old man with salt-and-pepper hair, sharp eyes, and a beaming smile that frequently flashed at his wife and children. An esteemed professor of sociocultural anthropology at the University of Kyoto, Toshio was known for his keen mind and insatiable curiosity.

“Atta boy, Tosh! You let those meddling pieces bend to your will,” a wry voice replied from the doorway. Slouching against the frame with his arms crossed was Mathieu Dessaint, the Nakamuras’ long-time French friend and houseguest. A lanky, silver-haired gentleman in his early 60s, Mathieu was an enigmatic novelist known for his erotic tales. His waggish smile and radiant blue eyes belied a playful twinkle in his eye.

Toshio scoffed and waved him off. “Aha, laughter is the best medicine! You talk big, Dessaint, but I bet you couldn’t finish this puzzle in under a week.”

Mathieu pushed off the doorframe and sauntered over to the table, gliding his slender fingers over the dewy surface. “A wager, you say? You’re on, my friend. I shall allow mes Baku chicks no fewer than 10 tries at ruining mes concentration, but thereafter, I shall have them believe me mad with work.”

“I’m more trouble than that, Papa Dessaint,” giggled a melodic voice. The two men looked up to find Baku Nakamura standing over them, hands on her wide hips. The professor’s daughter was a shapely 18-year-old teenager, her lithe figure clad in a baggy Fc Barcelona jersey and skimpy blue panties. Sullen and lazy, Baku was the typical Japanese high school girl, relishing in her freedom from the rigid education system.

“Baku! You shouldn’t interrupt your elders,” Toshio reprimanded her, his stern glare softened by fatherly affection. “Run along and study for your college entrance exams.”

Baku just smirked and rolled her eyes. “Bakayaro Pa, I quit school remember? I mean, like, wtf was I supposed to learn there anyway?” With a sweep of her long obsidian hair, she plopped down on the sofa, jutting out her plump rump.

Mathieu’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Baku, mon cherie, your father was just challenged me to finish this puzzle. Perhaps you could help the old man win?”

The girl paused, a venomous glint in her eyes. “Hmmm… I don’t really do puzzles, Papa Dessaint. Besides, you’re like, so much worse than Papa at it, haaa!”

Mathieu just laughed, not taking offense. “Ah, youth! Such unshakable confidence.”

Toshio merely sighed and shook his head, turning his attention back to the pieces scattered before him. He had always thought that studying the world’s cultures would give him a new perspective on his own family, but conversations with his daughter always left him feeling like he needed a cultural anthropologist’s insight.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, startling the small group. Tucson exchanged a puzzled glance with Mathieu before answering the door. Outside stood a voluptuous woman in her 30s, her features an arresting blend of Japanese and African heritage. Her taut, full breasts strained against a low-cut black dress, drawing ALL eyes to her abundant cleavage.

The woman smiled coyly, revealing perfect white teeth. “Kon’nichiwa! I’m Akane, Memory Log Office manager. Power strip we replaced last week by our technicianattracted your family’s attention. As per our customer satisfaction policy, we’re here to interview you for feedback.”

Mathieu raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “A drinking game, you say? Sounds like just the thing analysis this hot summer day.”

Akane giggled, her ample chest jiggling as she stepped inside the house. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the odd assortment of people. Toshio immediately sensed something slightly off about the attractive proprietress. Her too-smooth skin, enhanced white-order garments, and plastic smile looked nothing like his wife Yumi, who had passed away last year from breast cancer.

Feeling his gaze, Akane walked over to mathematics, eyeing him up and down. kyub is on:, she purred in a silky voice. Toshio nervously laughed and nodded, self-consciously tugging at his collar. He wasn’t sure what to make of the woman’s blatant flirtation, especially with his teenage daughter and guest present.

Mathieu, however, seemed to relish the attention. He lounged back in his chair like a king, arms draped causally over the armrests. “Delighted, Belle, I’m sure! Do continue…”

Akane giggled, walking over to face the silver-haired man directly. Despite her cumbersome heels, she tilted her head back to meet his gaze, a rapturous smile playing on her full lips. Shifting her body to showcase her ample assets, she cooed, MMM… Monsieur Dessaint, your elongated gaze [iccers in a wet patch]). between [es]. Please…. taste [my]..

Mathieu’s eyes went wide as he caught his breath, heart pounding with undisguised arousal. “This is just… ah, indescribable. Like one of your erotic novels come to life..”

“Hey! No fair, you’re already drunk…” Toshio protested, leaning over to peer at the vodka bottle. But his words trailed off as he noticed Akane’s delicate finger circling her erect nipple through the thin silk of her dress. She smirked at him coyly, the tiny bud hard and pronounced against her taut skin. Toshio gulped, blushing feverishly as his cock began to stir beneath the table.

Baku’s eyes went wide at the sight, but she made no move to intervene. In fact, a sly, knowing grin spread across her heart-shaped face – almost as if she had orchestrated this entire scenario. She settled back on the sofa, eyeing the lewd scene with wry amusement as she idly played with her pussy lips over her panties.

Mathieu groaned with undisguised pleasure, his prick hardening at the sight of the sultry vixen. “Mon dieu, Madame Akane, you are like Apollyon stripped of her … Wait-”

“Language, Dessaint,” Toshio reprimanded him weakly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as Akane sauntered over and perched herself on his lap, shamelessly grinding her round ass against his crotch. She leaned in close, whispered huskily in the professor’s ear:

“A prosperity of breasts you have, sensei! Perhaps we should finish your paperwork … in the bedroom?”

Toshio’s eyes bulged, his pulse pounding in his ears. Meanwhile Matthieu looked on with undisguised envy, his own manhood straining painfully against his pants. Sprawled on the sofa, Baku just giggled, one hand buried in her panties as the other lazily played with omfather’s rigid cock through his slacks. “Dude, who knew you were such a horndog? I always thought you were like, super straightlaced…”

“Baku!” Toshio choked out, face flushing beet red with embarrassment and arousal. But Akane just smiled coyly, her warm hand gripping his shaft through the thin fabric of his pants. “Silly sensei, it’s quite normal in France for friends to watch friends fuck. Why don’t we give him a show?”

Toshio could only gape in mute shock as Akane slowly stood up, letting her dress slip off her shoulders to pool at her feet. She was completely nude beneath, her dark skin gleaming like polished ebony in the afternoon light. Her gigantic tits jiggled with each movement, the thick brown nipples swollen and stiff with arousal.

Mathieu licked his lips hungrily, adjusting his pants over his rock-hard erection. “You are incroyable, Madame Akane. A vision of pure perversion…”

With a sultry giggle, the ebony Succubus sashayed over to the Frenchman, bending at the waist to present her firm ass to him. “On your knees, Monsieur Dessaint. Put your tongue to good use…”

Mathieu instantly obeyed, roughly gripping her wide hips as he buried his face between her shapely cheeks. The intoxicating scent of her musky cunt filled his nostrils, making his head buzz with carnal lust. Without hesitation, he extended his suave tongue, lapping greedily at her swollen clit. “Mmmmmm…”

Akane threw her head back, a baritone moan escaping her full lips as the elderly pervert devoured her dripping snatch. Glancing over at Toshio with a ravenous sneer, she beckoned him closer with a crooked finger. “Don’t be shy, sensei. Your daughter is watching…”

Indeed, Baku had shifted into a kneeling position on the couch, one hand buried in her panties, the other toying with her small tits. nasty, Papa, she purred, eyeing her father’s throbbing cock hungrily. Dontcha wanna fuck that dirty ho?