241012赤ん坊がいる美形な奥様の裏切りe3

Title: “Bewitched by a Baby Bombshell”

S lebih forwarded on the couch, indulging in a late afternoon siesta after a particularly hectic morning of diaper changes, bottle feedings, and lounging about with his drooling, gurgling newborn son. Little did he know, his wife Miki was about to awaken a different sort of appetite.

As the sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the living room, Miki slinked in from the bedroom. Rarely had S cubierta been blessed with the sight of his wife in such a state of undress. Her long, silky black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, and the soft fabric of her sheer white robe clung to her still-nursing breasts and the curves of her body, which had thankfully retained much of their pre-baby shape. S stood, transfixed by the vision of beauty before him, his afternoon nap quickly replaced by another sort of waking hunger.

Miki’s green eyes twinkled mischievously as she sashayed towards her husband, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. “Shushi-kun, I thought you might like some company,” she purred, the subtle rise and fall of her chest drawing him in like a tractor beam.

S cubierta couldn’t help but let out a low, guttural growl. He reached out, gently stroking his wife’s arm as she came to a stop mere inches from him. “You know I always love your company, Darling. What did you have in mind?”

A sultry smile played on Miki’s crimson lips as she backed languidly up against the wall. “Well, the little one is napping for once. Maybe it’s our turn for a little siesta?”

S cubierta could feel his heart pounding, the blood rushing southwards at the mere suggestion. It had been far too long since they’d had an opportunity for such intimate moments without the risk of interruption from their wide-eyed, gurgling intruder. He stepped forward, pressing his body against his wife’s as his hands explored the soft contours of her still-flushed curves. “You know, you’re starting to sound an awful lot like these hentai girls my friends are always talking about,” he said with a playful grin. “Is that what you’re looking to be, today?”

Miki let out a soft, breathy chuckle, her slender fingersHooked around the waistband of her husband’s pants. “Well, one of them is a mother, after all. She made sure of that, didn’t she?” Her hands began to wander lower, teasing and tempting. “I figured I’d add my own chapter to their story.”

S coverage groaned, his hardness pressing insistently against the softness of his wife’s belly. “In that case,” he murmured, fingers slipping down to caress the delicate skin along her hips, “what kind of hentai girl would you say you are, my love?”