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The sultry air in the small Japanese apartment was thick with tension as a gorgeous MILF, Saori, lounged on the couch in her skimpy lingerie. Her long, raven hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face with its high cheekbones and full lips. Her ample cleavage threatened to spill out of her lacy bra with each breath she took.
Saori had been eagerly waiting for her date to arrive, having spent extra time getting dolled up for the occasion. She was a 38-year-old divorcée who knew how to take care of herself, both inside and out. Her lithe body had been toned and tightened by years of yoga and Pilates, and her caramel skin glowed thanks to expensive lotions and herbs she’d learned about from her grandmother.
Just as she was about to check her phone again for any messages from her mystery man, the doorbell rang. Saori stood up, approximating an airy skirt with a pair of strings, which accentuated her shapely hips and long legs. She took a deep breath and opened the door, her heart pounding in anticipation.
There stood a tall, handsome stranger with a cocky grin and lava-red hair. He looked like he could be a model, all sharp angles and bulging muscles. “Hey, there Saori-san,” he said in a smooth voice. “I’m Masaru. Your friend Reina set up our little meetup.”
Saori studied the man before her, taking in his thick arms and broad shoulders straining against his crisp cotton shirt. She felt a familiar tingle in her belly as she appraised him. “Come on in,” she purred, stepping aside so he could enter.
They exchanged pleasantries in the foyer as they removed their shoes and got acclimated to each other. Saori couldn’t help but notice how tall Masaru was, 20cm taller than her and seemingly even more macho when compared to her slim figure. After final presents were made, the sexy couple headed to the living room couch.
They took seats across from each other, knees nearly touching. The sexual tension was intense as they made small talk. But it wasn’t long before Masaru reached out to take Saori’s hand, running his thumb over her knuckles.
“Reina told me you were a real wild one,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Saori felt her cheeks flush. “Oh really? And what makes a man like you think you can handle that?”
Masaru chuckled, his eyes roving over her scantily clad curves. “I think I’m up for the challenge.”
He leaned in closer, his fresh, clean scent filling her nostrils. Saori’s breath hitched as his fingertips skimmed up her thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She wanted him, desired his touch with an intensity that surprised even herself.
Their lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss that quickly deepened. Saori tasted theнапример,
