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Title: An Intimate Encounter with a Japanese Cougar

The sensual cacophony of moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed dissolved into my consciousness, stirring me from a deep slumber. I blinked away the vestiges of sleep, my vision slowly adjusting to the dim lighting of the hotel room. There, across from me on the king-sized bed, lay my new girlfriend – a stunning Japanese woman in her late thirties, known only as Akari. Her name translated to “autumn moon,” an apt description given her sultry allure and earthy beauty.

Akari was a cougar in every sense of the word – confident, experienced, and unafraid to take what she wanted. I had met her at a local karaoke bar a few weeks prior, my eyes immediately drawn to her lithe figure, perky breasts, and infectious laughter. She was a successful career woman, a manager at a high-end fashion boutique, but her true calling seemed to lie in the bedroom.

Now, as I lounged against the plush hotel pillows, I couldn’t help but admire her as she pleasurably transformed. Strands of raven-colored hair cascaded over her porcelain skin, obscuring the soft curves of her breasts as she writhed beside me. Her hands eagerly roamed my body, delighting in every dip and ridge of muscle.

With a mischievous grin, Akari leaned forward, her French manicured nails tracing an imaginary line down the center of my chest. Her full, glistening lips hovered mere inches above mine, radiating the warmth of her breath. “J merch?” she purred, affectingly garbling the English words “you mine?”

I replied with a wicked grin of my own. “Always,” I murmured, my hands coming up to grip her hips, tactfully leading her to straddle my lap. The plush terrycloth robe she wore hung loosely off her shoulders, exposing the delicate line where her collarbone met her neck.

Suddenly, Akari tossed the offending garment aside, baring her seemingly-cougar-like physique in all its splendor. Her breasts bounced free, tiny pink nipples already standing at attention. I reached up to savor their weight in my hands, thumbs swirling around the hardened peaks. Akari’s breath hitched, her hips undulating against mine in a subtle but unmissable invitation.

Beneath the silky sheets, I felt my own arousal growing, straining against the confines of my boxer briefs. Akari smirked, her fingers deftly untying the waistband and shimmying the restrictive fabric down my legs. In one fluid motion, she disposed of her matching lace panties, casting them aside as if they were confetti.

Her unfettered breasts met my chest as she came to rest fully atop me, my hardness nestling against the slick folds of her womanhood. I swallowed thickly, my hands gliding up to caress the smooth curve of her back. “Babe,” I managed, my voice husky with desire. “You’re beautiful.”

Akari smiled, a coy expression that held the promise of sinful pleasures. Her hips began rocking against me, my length sliding between her slick delectable as if she were indulging in a sensual massage. I gritted my teeth, my hands tightening on her hips, silently begging for more. She delivered, lowering herself onto me with the utmost of care.

The Crown Jewels of my body fully sheathed inside her silken depths, I nearly saw stars, pleasure crashing over me in waves. Akari’s head fell back, her long tresses brushing the length of her spine as she worked over me, setting a slow, teasing rhythm. Her walls fluttered around my girth, milking me for every last ounce of pleasure.

I matched her thrust for thrust, my hips rising to meet hers as she rode me with increasing fervor. Akari’s moans grew louder, her breathing ragged and wanton. Sweat gathered along her brow, her hair matted to her skin in dark, alluring tendrils.

One of my hands slid between us to find her swollen clit, giving it furtive little rubs. Akari cried out, her rhythm faltering as her body tensed. I continued to stimulate her, holding her steady with my firm grasp on her hips. “J merch…almost,” she gasped, her nails biting into my chest. A few more well-placed brushes against that little bundle of nerves sent her hurtling toward the edge.

Akari’s orgasm ripped through her, her channel clamping down around me like a vice. The welcome friction set off my own climax, my length pulsing deep within her as I reached my peak. We clung to each other as the aftershocks wracked our bodies, Araris sweetening breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of my neck.

As if on cue, a chimingCadence broke through our blissful haze. Akari lifted herself from my chest, dashing a giggle as she fumbled for her cellphone on the nightstand. “Ow pwease,” she snorted, struggling to regain her composure. “Me Love You Long Time.”

I laughed, playfully swatting the device out of her grasp. It landed with a muffled thud on the carpeted floor, the display cracking into a spider web of veins. “I think that’s your fault, babe,” I smirked pointedly.

Akari shrugged, unaffected by the damage. She leaned forward to claim my lips in a searing kiss, her gaze smoldering. “No matter,” she purred. “Me come back for more…”