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Title: “Forbidden Fruit”

The crisp morning light peeked through the bedroom blinds, casting a glow on the couple’s entwined bodies. Mrs. Nakamura, a Japanese beauty with curves that defied her age, stirred from her slumber. Her husband, long since gone for work, left her feeling empty and unsatisfied. Once again, her hand drifted between her thighs, her finger gliding over her slick folds as she replayed the events from last night in her mind.

Drenched in the golden light, Mrs. Nakamura felt her body awaken, yearning for more than just her own touch. The memory of the young man from last night invaded her thoughts. His strong hands, his toned chest, and his tentpole-sized cock – every detail was seared into her mind. Mrs. Nakamura’s free hand reached for her phone, scrolling to the incriminating video among the harem of beauties she’d amassed over the years.

Pressing play, the video came to life.There was Mrs. Nakamura, her Japanese skin glistening under the studio lights, wearing nothing but a sheer negligee. She sprawled out on the chaise lounge, her curvy frame taking up the entire footage. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was slack. In walked Kunihiko, the model hired for the video. Kunihiko, with his youthful face and toned physique, looked like a god in the flesh.

“Come, join me,” Mrs. Nakamura purred in Japanese, her voice dripping with seduction. Kunihiko obediently sat beside her, his muscular arms bulging. Mrs. Nakamura took his hand in hers, guiding it to her ample bosom. “Touch me,” she whispered, her voice resonating with lust.

Her negligee went off with a single tug, revealing her voluptuous body, toned and taut. The camera zoomed in on her breasts, bouncing slightly with each breath. Kunihiko’s hands drifted from her breasts to her waist, caressing her skin as if it were the softest silk.

Mrs. Nakamura tossed her hair back and down, her long locks brushing over the small of her back. She stood up, her legs straddling Kunitake’s waist, kneeled on all fours. Her left arm reached out, fingers splaying across his chest, pushing him onto his back. She hovered over him, mountains of flesh tantalizingly close to consuming him.

Kunihiko took her ample rump in his hands, groping and gripping, kneading and manipulating. His pale fingers sunk into her dark skin, leaving rounds of purple marks. Mrs. Nakamura’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, a moan tearing through her lips, triggering a warm tingle of pleasure through her core.

Kunihiko’s hands explored the curves of Mrs. Nakamura’s body, every inch of flesh succumbing to their tender touch. The camera zoomed in, capturing every reaction, every expression, every inch of bliss. Mrs. Nakamura’s hands made their way to his waist, tugging at his belt, urging him to free his member.

As soon as his cock sprung free, Mrs. Nakamura was on it like a lioness on her prey. She took his throbbing manhood in her hands, stroking and squeezing as if she were a tradesman crafting a masterpiece. Her eyes locked on his, communicating a silent message of dominance and control. Kunitake palmed her breasts as she pleased herself, throwing her head back in ecstasy, her moans filling the room.

“Cum for me, boy,” Mrs. Nakamura commanded. Kunitake’s body tensed, his grip tightening on her breasts. “Do it!”

Kunitake exploded, his hot cum shooting out in Long streams, coating Mrs. Nakamura’s ample body in his essence. She rubbed it in, massaging his cum into her skin as if it was a luxury cream. She smiled, satisfied with her work.

The video ended, leaving Mrs. Nakamura panting and sto litresque. She licked her lips, savoring the memory. As much as she loved reliving the moment, it could never compare to the real thing. With a final sigh, she closed the video, tucking her phone away.

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled Mrs. Nakamura. “Who is it?” she asked breathlessly.

“Can I come in?” the voice belonging to Kunihiko asked from behind the door.

Mrs. Nakamura’s eyes widened. She quickly patted her hair, adjusting her negligee before opening the door. “Kunihiko?” she asked, surprise and delight coloring her voice.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, a humble smile on his face. “I wanted to see you again.”

Mrs. Nakamura pulled him into the room, kicking the door shut behind them. “Then come in,” she whispered seductively, her eyes gleaming with desire. “I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”