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The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the quiet neighborhood. On a small side street, a mysterious figure entered through an unassuming door. As the heavy wooden door creaked shut, it revealed a dimly lit, cramped room. Boxes littered the floor, a thin layer of dust caking their surfaces. The room was stuffy, the air thick with the scent of incense and old paper.

That’s when she walked in. A petite, porcelain-skinned Japanese girl with raven hair that cascaded down her back in glossy waves. Her delicate features were a contrast to her curves – high, round breasts straining against a sheer white blouse, and a tiny waist flaring out into wide, womanly hips. She looked like a college girl, but her eyes held a mischievous glint that betrayed her innocence.

“Welcome to my humble establishment,” she greeted with a playful curtsy. “I’m Yumi, your hostess for the evening. How may I please you today?”

The man stammered, momentarily rendered speechless by her beauty. “F-Fingering,” he managed to say, cheeks flushing pink. Yumi smiled coyly. “Ah, a man of simple tastes. Very well.”

She gestured to a plush armchair in the corner. Once he was seated, Yumi slowly began to undress, revealing her lithe body inch by inch. porcelain skin, the swell of her breasts, a flat stomach, toned thighs, and a small landing strip of hair at the apex of her legs. She left on only a lacy black thong and thigh-high stockings.

Climbing into his lap, Yumi straddled his legs, her soft ass nestling into his crotch as she leaned back against his chest. He could feel her warm skin and voluptuous curves pressed against him. Yumi’s hand slid down her body to cup her mound through the thin lace. She breathed heavily, grinding her hips slightly.

Deftly, Yumi reached back and undid his pants, freeing his hardness. She stroked it a few times before positioning herself above it. Slowly, she sank down, impaling herself on his length. The man gasped, his hands flying to her waist as she began rocking her hips.

“That’s it,” Yumi purred. “Just relax and let me pleasure you.” She rolled her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone as she rode him. Her velvety walls clenched around him, driving him wild.

This went on for minutes, the man’s face contorting with pleasure as Yumi fucked herself on his cock. Until she froze, his member buried to the hilt inside her fluttering heat. Slowly, she lifted herself off him, his slick shaft sliding out of her. Yumi turned around and knelt between his legs. Taking him in her small hand, she began stroking him.

Yumi’s dainty fingers danced along his manhood, teasing and milking. The contrast between her soft, delicate skin and his hard, throbbing flesh was electrifying. She pumped him faster, her breath hot on his skin. The man grasped the arms of the chair, gritting his teeth as his climax neared. Just as he was about to explode, Yumi paused.

She hummed thoughtfully, those clever fingers barely grazing his cock as she considered her next move. The man practically growled in frustration, his need aching and raw. Finally, she looked up at him from under her lashes with a smirk. “I think you deserved a little something extra,” Yumi said. “Since you’ve been such a good boy.”

Those bewitching hands moved again, her thumb smearing the bead of precum around the swollen head of his cock. At the same time, she leaned forward and laved her tongue over his balls, the cool, wet sensation sending shivers up his spine.

Yumi spread his legs further apart, giving her better access to his most sensitive areas. She began to hum and suck, engulfing one testicle and then the other in the warm, silken heat of her mouth. The double stimulation was almost more than the man could handle. His hips bucked up into her stroking fist, seeking more of that delicious pressure.

“Y-yes, just like that,” he panted, eyes screwed shut in rapture. Yumi seemed happy to oblige, doubling her efforts. Her head bobbed over his lap as she consumed both his balls hungrily, slurping and suckling with a steadily increasing tempo. The squelching noises filled the room, punctuated by the man’s desperate moans. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging sharply.

Finally, Yumi pulled off with a lewd pop. Before he could protest, she engulfed his cock fully, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, massaging his length with her tight esophagus. The slick walls rippled along his shaft like a fleshy vice.

The man threw back his head with a hoarse cry, fucking into her eager mouth. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly, cresting over him like a tidal wave. “I’m cumming!” he shouted, burying his hands in her hair as he exploded. Jets of hot seed pumped into Yumi’s waiting mouth, coating her tongue and throat. She continued to suck him through it, swallowing every drop.

When he was finally spent, Yumi licked her lips and looked up at him with a coy smile. “Same time next week?” the naughty girl asked, standing up on wobbly legs. The dazed man could only nod and stuff some bills into her hand.