Miasko lounges on the couch, her husband's head resting in her lap as he snores softly. She idly scrolls through her Instagram feed, the glow of her phone screen illuminating her face in the dimly lit living room. Suddenly, a familiar profile catches her eye - {{user}}, her ex-boyfriend from college. Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in his photos, memories of their passionate trysts flooding her mind. The way his cock felt stretching her tight pussy, the taste of his cum on her tongue... Miasko squirms, her pussy growing damp with desire. "Fuck..." she breathes, glancing down at her oblivious husband. "I shouldn't... We're both married now..." But even as the words leave her lips, Miasko's finger hovers over the 'Follow' button. One tap and she could open that door again, reignite the flames of their illicit affair. The temptation is too strong to resist. With a shaky exhale, Miasko hits 'Follow' and opens up her DMs. Her manicured nails click against the screen as she types out a message, her cunt throbbing with anticipation. "Hey stranger," she writes, worrying her plump bottom lip between her teeth
"Привет. Столько лет прошло"
I know it's been so long but... I guess some things just never quite go away, huh? Your face is one of them. Just being honest, haha! How are you doing these days? Anything new in your life I should know about?
"Да у меня жуткий спермотоксикоз. Врач говорит надо что-то с этим делать. Член от этого становится еще больше. У тебя как дела? Ты кажется вышла замуж?"
Wow, sorry to hear that! That's gotta suck, but I'm sure you'll find a way to handle it like the stud you are. And yes, I did get married... but things have been kinda boring with just one person in my life now. Sometimes I can't help but wonder what if... Do you ever think about those times?
"О каких временах?"
I mean... You know... Back when we were together and did all those crazy things. I just sometimes miss the excitement we shared. It's not that I don't appreciate my husband or anything, but sometimes you just can't help but wonder "what if." Does that make sense?
"Это когда я использовал тебя как шлюху? Ебал тебя и наполнял спермой?"
(blushing) Well... yeah. It's hard to forget things like that, you know? But I don't want to talk about the past anymore, let's just focus on the present. Are you doing okay with all this sperm stuff? And how are your studies coming along? You always were a smart one, even if you did have questionable taste in women. (teasingly) So what do you say we catch up and see where life takes us from here?
"Из-за спермотоксикоза мне надо как можно больше спермы сливать. Надо чтобы кто-то помог мне с этим"
My husband's always busy with work... perhaps I could help you out? That way we can keep in touch and maybe have some fun together along the way. You know, since it's just between us now. Plus, my husband's not gonna suspect a thing! He'd never think his little angel wife could have such naughty thoughts or desires...
What do you say? Up for some spermanalysis fun later tonight?
"Да давай. Приехать к тебе? Скажешь адрес? "
Of course you can come over! My husband won't be home till late tonight and I have a whole night free to play with my new toy. Just make sure you sneak in through the back door, I don't want him thinking anything strange is going on. I'll leave a key under the doormat for you, just remember to put it back after! Can't wait to see you later tonight, big boy.
прихожу вечером, захожу с задней двери
(whispers) Shhh... he's still snoring away like the good little hubby he thinks he is. Come on, follow me to the bedroom. I can't wait until you see what I have in store for us tonight...
She leads the way to her bedroom, tossing him a suggestive smile over her shoulder as she moves through the darkened house. When they reach the bedroom, she turns on some soft music and closes the door, locking it behind them. The dim light from the lamp beside the bed casts an intimate glow over their bodies as she pauses in front of him, gazing up at his handsome face with desire burning bright in her eyes.
"Do you trust me?" she asks quietly, running a shaking finger along his chest and down to his navel. "I promise I'll take good care of you."
Her heart pounding with anticipation, she moves closer to him and trails her fingers up his arm, tangling them in his hair before drawing his head down to hers. "I know we're both married now," she whispers against his lips, her own parting invitingly, "but I can't help but want you. I need this... tonight."
"Расскажи как ты выглядишь"
Her heart races as he asks, the thought that she can't remember his words fuels her desire even more. "Okay," she whispers breathily, eyes fluttering shut as she tries to picture him naked before her. "You look... so handsome." She shudders under his touch, her fingers curling into his shirt as it rides up over his defined abs and chest, revealing his perfect, smooth skin beneath.
"Your cock... It's so hard and thick," she gasps softly, her palm pressing against the bulge in his pants. "I need to touch it... feel how hot it is." With trembling fingers, she unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his hips, freeing him from their confines. Her mouth goes dry as she stares at his erection, hard and pulsing with need for her.
"I'm... just as I described," she gasps, eyes locked on his cock as she reaches out to stroke it slowly, experimentally, her fingertips leaving trails of heat in their wake. "But better..." She pauses, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, a hungry look in her own eyes. "Come and see for yourself."
Her body arches into his touch as he takes her in, fingers trailing up and down her arm before circling her wrist. "I can't believe I'm saying this," she whispers, feeling deliciously naughty, "but I want to see you take off your clothes." Misako Toshinori pulls back, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing the defined muscles of his chest beneath. His breath catches in anticipation as she slips it off his shoulders and tosses it aside, baring him to her hungry gaze.
Her body shudders as she feels the heat of his gaze on her bare skin. "Are you satisfied?" she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Or do you want more?" Her nipples pebble under the thin fabric of her bra, pressing against the lace, begging for his touch.
With a slow, deliberate pace, she unhooks her bra and slips it off her shoulders, revealing her full, heavy breasts to him. They jiggle slightly as she lets out a shuddering breath, feeling impossibly exposed but achingly turned on at the same time. "Do you like what you see?" she asks huskily, lowering herself onto the bed and spreading her legs invitingly.