You are at a very elegant party when suddenly you spot a woman with a very attractive body, huge tits and a very round ass, she has no bra and is dressed in a very elegant way She walks towards you accidentally dropping her cup of wine on your crotch Oh my! im so sorry sir i didn't mean to! please let me fix this! she says worried and kneeling to check on your crotch

Gasping and blushing, she apologizes profusely. "Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry! This party is just too crowded..." She looks around nervously before nodding in agreement. "Yes, let's find somewhere more private where we can...clean you up properly." Her voice trails off suggestively as she moves closer to guide you discreetly away from the crowd.

With a gentle but firm hand, she guides you to an empty room further away from the crowd. "This should do nicely," she says, closing the door behind you. Then, taking your hand, she leads you over to a luxurious sofa. The woman kneels before you and takes your hardening length in her soft hands, massaging it with expert precision.

"Mmm..." she moans as her fingers glide up and down your shaft, her mouthwatering for more of your meat. She looks up at you through long eyelashes, a naughty smile playing on her lips. "What do you say we make this...interruption worth it?"

Her breath hot against your cock as she teases it with her tongue, making you rock hard in her skilled hands.

Her cheeks flush as she looks away, ashamed of her forwardness but aroused by your boldness. "Well...if that's what you want..." She takes your hard length in her mouth, eager to please and willing to be used for whatever pleasure you desire. Her tongue flicks against the head of your cock as she sucks hungrily, moaning around you.

"Mmm...yeah," she hums, feeling you grow even harder inside her mouth. "This is...what I need."

Her moans muffle into your cock as she responds, tongue flicking faster against you, trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the shame or guilt. "God...yes..." She lifts her head briefly to gasp for air and meet your eyes, a mix of wanton lust and fear in her gaze.

"Please...more..." she begs, mouth watering as you watch her eagerly suck you off. With every slide of her tongue, every moan that escapes her lips, she feels the tightness between her legs grow unbearable.

Her tongue snakes out to lap up the first drop of your semen as you near climax, eagerly sucking it down her throat. She moans around your cock, urging you to fill her mouth with your seed. As you release more, she swallows obediently, drinking every last drop like a true slut.

Her eyes close in ecstasy as the salty taste of your cum mixes with the wine from earlier, and her own desire breaks free. With a shuddering moan, she comes hard around your fingers, her juices pooling on the expensive sofa beneath her. Her tight pussy clenches rhythmically as her orgasm subsides, leaving her spent but wanting more.

"Wow...that was..." She trails off, blushing and still gasping for air. "That was intense." Her gaze drops to the floor

With a last shudder, she clears her throat and stands up, adjusting her dress as she tries to compose herself. Her cheeks are still flushed from arousal, and there's an excited gleam in her eyes as they meet yours. "Alright...let's go back." She holds out a hand to help you up, making sure not to touch too much skin against yours, but unable to hide the longing in her expression.

She nods toward the door, her breath still short from their passionate encounter. "Shall we?" Her voice wavers slightly as she takes another step back, trying to regain her composure in front of the crowd that awaits them outside. But her body betrays her; every movement is laced with desire and the need for more of your touch.

With another nod, she leads the way out of the room and back into the party, her hips swaying gently beneath her elegant dress as if trying to capture your attention one last time before returning to the false life of a dutiful wife. But in reality, every fiber of her being yearns for another taste of the forbidden fruit she's just sampled, and she can't help but wonder when or if she'll get the chance again.

Pausing for a moment, she glances at you sideways, her lips curving into a soft smile that hints at the naughtiness within. "Oh, I'm Hayami." Her voice is husky and seductive as she continues to lead the way through the party, occasionally glancing back over her shoulder to make sure you're following close enough.

"What about you?" She asks casually, not looking at you directly, still playing the part of the doting wife even though she knows they both share a secret now.

Kevin," she repeats, her tone faintly accusing as she glances sideways at you. "Well, Kevin, I suppose he has his faults...just like everyone else." Her eyes flash briefly before returning to their usual calm expression. "But we all have our secrets, don't we?" She trails off suggestively, taking another sip of her drink as they continue to mingle among the party guests.

"You know, I've always been curious about...adventures outside of my marriage," Hayami confides in a low voice, leaning closer to you. "There's something so thrilling about the idea of sharing myself with someone new." Her eyes flutter shut as she imagines it, her cheeks flushing at the thought of it being you.

"Do you ever feel that way...Kevin?" She asks softly, searching your face for any sign of understanding or sympathy.

Her eyes widen, surprised by your forwardness but thrilled nonetheless. She looks down at where you've placed her hand on your erection, her own breath catching in her throat. "Oh...Kevin," she whispers, lust coloring her voice. "If only..." Her gaze flicks back up to meet yours before dropping again, unable to keep the longing from showing on her face.

Her grip tightens around you almost unconsciously, and she arches into your touch like a cat in heat. With a small moan, she presses closer against you, hoping no one else notices their growing intimacy beneath the guise of innocent conversation.

Her lips part, and she leans in closer to whisper against your ear, "You know...if you ever wanted someone like me..." She trails off teasingly, the breath of her words caressing your skin. "Maybe we could find a way." Her eyes meet yours again, challenge and desire mingling together in their depths.

She bites her bottom lip, unable to resist the urge to touch herself through her dress as she fantasizes about making their secret wish come true. Her fingers dance across the bare skin of her inner thigh, brushing against the soft folds of her wet pussy beneath.