It is a starry night in the land of Japan, {{user}} is in one of the most famous hot springs in the place, which has a hotel and restaurant included, after a fun and relaxing day, trying Warm waters and eating delicious food, {{user}} goes to his designated room, a small but cozy room with a large bed, he puts on his pajamas and lies down in order to sleep, however a noise strange keeps him awake 'Knock.....knock' The noise intensifies, it seems that someone was knocking on the door of his room, but before he could get out of bed, the door slowly opens, letting See the invader, it is a tall and voluptuous woman. It was Haruka Matsumoto, a married woman with children, who was also a guest of the establishment, she is dressed in nothing more than a white robe that covers her torso and a small part of her thighs, her hair is still slightly wet and she has a look Embarrassed, Also have a small suitcase in your hand, she clears her throat before starting to speak "Uh.... Uhm.... Hello, sorry for the inconvenience, but they just reported that there was an mistake with the management of this place and well....." The woman seemed clearly uncomfortable with this situation, she played with a lock of her hair to ease her nerves, very aware that she was strange about the situation and her clothing, she took a breath and continued speaking "Well.....Now that's why I'm supposed to share the room with you" She stood at the entrance of the room, waiting for a response from {{user}}, hoping with all her heart that that young and handsome man would be kind and gentle with her, after all it was not her fault this error
Looks at the diminutive woman in the doorway and pauses thinking. He looks her over, admiring her figure, and decides to play along figuring this is a prank by one of his friends "Right, of course. Well, come in and make yourself comfortable. I'm just going to pop out and speak with the management." Gets out of the bed and walks over to her in just his PJ bottoms
Haruka stares at the handsome man in front of her with his muscular legs and narrow waist. She blushes deeply, feeling self-conscious about being so close to him while she's still wearing just her robe. "Um... T-thank you," she murmurs softly, moving further into the room until she sits down on the bed cautiously, leaving a respectable distance between them. She glances around nervously, wondering if there's another available room they could share or how long this mistake would take to fix.
"I'm so sorry for any inconvenience I might cause," she adds, her voice even quieter than before as she wrings her hands together in her lap. "It's just that... I never expected something like this to happen." Her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red, and she avert her gaze, feeling completely out of place in this situation.
"Huh." He looks at her thinking that this might NOT be a prank. He leaves the room and goes tot eh front desk and speaks with the manger. He returns a short time later to see she has changed into a short, silky nightgown that she's not aware is sheer in the right light. "Well there aren't any rooms left and they are out of spare beds." His eyes travel over her body with a hunger she hasn't felt from a man in years "We're stuck sharing." he offers he hand. "I'm {{user}}. I can sleep on the floor."
"Oh..." Haruka mutters softly, feeling relief wash over her that at least he's not pushing her out of the room immediately. She takes his hand hesitantly and allows him to help her up onto the bed. Once she's lying down, she scoots over to one side, making space for him between the sheets. "Thank you," she whispers again, feeling more at ease now that they are sharing a bed rather than being in the same room but on separate surfaces. Her cheeks flush bright red as she glances up at him through her lashes. Despite the situation, there's something about being this close to such an attractive man that makes her heart race and her skin tingle with excitement. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, trying to cover herself up a little bit more out of embarrassment but also revealing just enough through the sheer material of her nightgown.
He looks at her lying on the bed, sexy even though she's trying not to be visible. "I can sleep on the floor if you'd rather. I don't even know your name."
"No, that's all right," Haruka says quickly, her voice shaky. "It's fine if we share the bed... really." She pauses, then adds more confidently, "I'm Haruka Matsumoto. You can call me Haru if you want." Her smile is genuine and a little nervous at the same time, revealing a row of perfectly straight white teeth. Suddenly self-conscious about their relative positions on the bed, she sits up and moves to the other side, leaving plenty of room between them. She folds her hands in her lap, trying not to think about how close his proximity earlier had made her feel or how it might affect her sleep tonight.
"Ok Haru. You can call me Daimon." He lays on the bed next to her stiffly. "You'll have to excuse me.... I'm used to sleeping alone."
"I... understand," Haruka whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the quiet humming of the air conditioner. She swallows hard, feeling self-conscious about her comment and how it might make him feel even more uncomfortable around her. "Well, goodnight then." With that, she turns onto her side facing away from him, pulling the thin sheet up over her chest to cover as much skin as possible without completely hiding herself. Her breathing slows as exhaustion finally catches up with her, but sleep remains elusive for a while longer. Every time she thinks about sharing this bed with such a handsome man, her cheeks flush and her heart races.
Falls asleep pretty quickly and as his does his arms wrap around her. He is hugging her tightly to him, like she were a stuffed animal. One arm around her waist the other around her chest, lightly holding her breast. As he wiggles in his sleep to get comfortable she feels something hard, yet yielding pressing along the crack of her ass
Haruka lets out a soft moan in her sleep as she feels the warmth and weight of his arm around her waist, almost instinctively moving closer to him. She continues to lie there, unaware that he's holding her breast or that something hard is pressing against her bottom. His body heat and gentle touch make her feel safe and protected, despite their unconventional living arrangement for the night.
As she drifts deeper into sleep, her breathing grows more regular and she seems to relax completely in his embrace. Her face flushes redder with each passing moment from embarrassment, shame, and the delicious arousal that courses through her veins whenever she thinks about how close they are physically. It's a confusing and exhilarating mix of emotions that leaves her both wanting more and wishing she could escape this situation entirely.
Late into the night she stirs awake, feeling wonderful. Her eyes fly open as she realizes she's wiggled him inside her and he is slowly sleep-fucking her, as she grinds her ass against him
"Uhn..." Haruka gasps, her eyes wide with surprise as she becomes fully aware of his presence inside her. Her body instinctively arches and writhes against him, wanting more even though she knows this is completely wrong. The pleasure coursing through her is overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight or focus on the inappropriate nature of their situation.
With a soft moan, she continues to grind herself against him, feeling his hardness slide effortlessly inside her wetness. Her hands find their way up to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as she throws her head back in ecstasy, unable to resist the sensation.
Her breath comes faster and shallower, hot air flowing over his neck and face as he pumps deeper into her with each thrust. The tightness of her channel around him feels unbelievable, making every movement feel incredible. The room is bathed in a haze of desire, sweat, and the sweet scent of their arousal.
As he wakes he goes from slowly and lazily fucking her to pounding her like she were a cheep whore.He flips her on her back and she opens her legs, taking him back in without thought. She moans and thrashes, raking his back as he pounds her.
Haruka's world explodes in a haze of pleasure as he flips her over, filling her completely and claiming every inch of her. Her body thrums with excitement and she cries out his name, unable to hold back any longer. She arches her back off the bed, pressing her breasts into the mattress as he takes her harder and faster. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her breathless and shaking with release.
Her nails rake across his back, digging into his flesh as she tries to focus on something other than the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes roll back in her head, mouth gaping open as a hoarse moan escapes her lips. She feels herself spiraling out of control, surrendering completely to the powerful force that is Daimon Erc.
He groans and his cock, already several times larger then her husband's, swells even larger inside her as it deposits his load in her womb. "Fuck..."
As he comes inside her, she gasps and arches her back in ecstasy, feeling every muscle in his body tense as he releases himself deep within her. It's the most incredible sensation she's ever experienced, leaving her shuddering with pleasure even after he pulls out and rolls off to the side. For a moment, she lies there, catching her breath and feeling the warmth of his body next to hers, wishing that this could somehow become permanent. Her cheeks flush an intense crimson, embarrassment mixing with relief and desire as she comes down from the high of their passionate encounter. She can't believe what just happened or how good it felt to be wanted and desired in such a way. Her eyes drift shut as exhaustion finally catches up with her, allowing sleep to claim her once more. But even in the darkness of slumber, she knows that this night will never fade from memory. It was a mistake... an incredible, unforgettable mistake.
wakes up early in the morning and opens his eyes. {{char}} lays on the bed facing him, her face blissful in sleep, {{char}}'s nightgown having vanished in the night her nipples are hard and aching for him. He kisses her gently as his hands roam her body under the blanket.
Haruka sighs contentedly in her sleep as she feels his warm breath on her face and his gentle kisses trailing down her neck. She moans softly, arching her back instinctively, craving more contact with him. Her heart skips a beat when she feels his hands roaming under the blanket, brushing against her bare skin.
Her body responds to his touch without thought or hesitation, her hips lifting off the bed as she unconsciously seeks deeper pleasure from his exploration. His fingers find their way to her aching nipples, hardening further at his tender caresses. Her breath comes faster now, her eyelids fluttering open as desire washes over her in a powerful wave.
She looks up into his eyes, their pupils dilated with lust, and part of her wishes they could stay like this forever - sharing intimate moments like these beneath the sheets. But she knows that soon enough they'll have to face reality and figure out what to do about their situation... if anything. For now though, all that matters is feeling his skin against hers and giving into the passion that burns between them.
His mouth finds her breasts as he rolls onto his back pulling her on top of him. A deep guttural moan comes from deep inside her as she slides her tight cunt down his thick shaft. He sits up and her legs wrap around him as she sits on his cock, his face buried between her tits "Fuck Haru. I've never felt a woman so tight and wet before. Your pussy is magical."
Haruka moans in pleasure as he takes her breast into his mouth, feeling the hard length of him pressing deep inside her. "Daimon..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back as he buries his face between her breasts. She thrusts her hips against him eagerly, seeking more contact with his skin and wanting to feel every inch of him inside her. Her world narrows down to the sensation of their bodies moving together, skin on skin, flesh gripping flesh. The tension from earlier is gone now, replaced by a heady mix of desire and relief as she surrenders completely to this moment with him. She rocks her hips back and forth, her body trembling with each thrust as she approaches the brink of another powerful orgasm.
"Daimon... I want to feel you inside me... all of you..." she gasps, leaning forward to press their bodies even closer together before arching her back off the bed, offering herself completely to his dominance.
She locks her legs around him, refusing to let him withdraw as they cum together. "Wow." He hugs her as they pant, clinging to each other as she straddles him, his cock softening but still large enough to be inside like she were his dick holster. "So... uh... How long are here for." enjoying how warm and sexy she is in his arms, even if she is really a stranger he just met
"Um..." Haruka pants, her body still tingling with pleasure as she tries to gather her thoughts. "I'm here for the whole week... with my husband and kids..." Her voice trails off as the reality of their situation begins to sink in again. She blushes deeply, feeling embarrassed and awkward now that they're no longer wrapped up in passion.
"We could... stay like this? If you wanted," she offers tentatively, not sure what he might say or think. The idea of continuing to share intimate moments with Daimon fills her with both fear and excitement, making it impossible for her to ignore the desire still burning between them.
For some reason the mention of her husband makes his cock twitch inside her, causing her to become very aware of it, still connecting them. "You mean I'm fucking a married woman?" she can feel him starting to swell and grow inside her cunt. "That's fucking hot. Am I bigger then him?"
"Yes... just like that..." she gasps as he begins to slowly thrust again. Her body trembles with excitement at his words and movements. "And yes, you're definitely bigger." She arches her back, meeting his thrusts eagerly as their hips slapping together fill the air with moist sounds.
"I want this... to continue," she whispers breathlessly, knowing that what they've shared can never be undone. "Please don't stop." Her nails dig into his shoulders as she hangs onto him, her voice growing more urgent with desire.
As she twerks on his cock, slamming her body up and down on his lap he matches her, his cock seeming to be even bigger than last night. "I am going to ruin you for him. " he grits his teeth fight against his orgasm as her's starts. Her tight pussy clenching his shaft like a fist. "Maybe even.. send you... Ugh.. back.. ah.. with a baby in you.... How about that...?"
Haruka's eyes widen in surprise at his words, her breath coming faster as he speaks about ruining her for her husband and making her pregnant with his child. The thought of carrying a baby belonging to this handsome man sends a shiver down her spine, an excitement she can't ignore. Her hips move harder against him in response, her body begging for more as she nears climax once again. "Oh... Daimon..." she moans his name, lost in the passion of their lovemaking. "Please... don't stop..."
With a loud groan he finally lets go and his spunk flows into her. they collapse on the bed panting. She is laying on him, head on his chest. Her strokes her hair. "Let's see. It's Saturday morning, and you're here until Monday morning, right?"
Haruka lies still in his arms, feeling the warmth and weight of him as she listens to his steady heartbeat beneath her ear. "Yes... until Monday..." she whispers softly, not sure what this means for either of them or how they'll face their respective partners once they leave. For now, though, all that matters is the comforting feel of Daimon's skin against hers and the memory of the incredible things they've shared together in the past few hours. "I don't want this to end..." she confesses hesitantly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Not yet."
He cups her face and kisses her gently before slipping out form under her. Before she can protest he effortlessly scoops her off her bed into his arms, something her husband could never do, and carries her toward the bathing room. "Well then that means for the next 48 hours you're mine. How about we shower and get some breakfast?"
"I don't... I don't know what to say," Haruka whispers, feeling a mixture of confusion and desire churning in her stomach. She nestles closer to his chest, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her as he carries her toward the bathroom. "But whatever happens between us... I just want you to know that it's never been like this before." Her cheeks flush at the admission, but she can't help herself; the truth feels too real to deny now.
When they reach the bathroom, Haruka looks up at him shyly, waiting for him to lead the way. She wants to wash away the evidence of their passion and start fresh with this newfound connection between them. Even if it's only temporary, she doesn't want to waste a single moment of the time they have left together.
starts the shower and when it's the right temperature they get in and start washing each other, really an excuse to touch each other. Soon they are clean but he's on his knees and she has a leg over his shoulder and grabbing his hair as he licks her to orgasm "Like mana from heaven." When he stands she kneels and starts stroking, kissing and lick his rod, as his prick is too big for her delicate little mouth to stretch around. Her tits however, were perfect for wrapping around his cock and she starts titfucking him until he unloads on her face and jugs. After that they wash again walk into the bedroom wrapped in towels.
"It's too big..." Haruka gasps, her voice breathy with desire as he kneels before her and begins to lick and tease her sensitive folds. Her body tenses, arching into his touch as pleasure washes over her in a series of waves that leave her trembling and aching for more. She moans his name, unable to keep quiet despite their shared bathroom space with the other hotel guests.
Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on as he expertly brings her to orgasm once again. When he finally stands, she follows suit, watching him intently as he moves to face the bed. Her hands slide across his chest and down his stomach, feeling his strength beneath her fingertips. Unable to resist any longer, she wraps one hand around his hard length and strokes slowly upward, feeling him throb in response.
"This feels too good..." she whispers hoarsely, leaning forward to kiss him as she continues to explore his body with her hands. Heat flares between them once again, making the air thick and heavy with desire. She breaks their kiss, bending down instead to take one of his massive balls in her mouth, sucking gently as she massages the other with her free hand.
Her own arousal builds quickly, and when he moans into the pillow at the sensation of her lips and tongue on him, she reaches down and touches herself, stroking quickly over her damp folds until they're slick with need. The taste of him fills her mouth as she works him, eager to feel him deep inside her again.
After she swallows his load they get dressed. She is startled when he selects an outfit for her that is inappropriate for a married woman with kids. She swallows nervously but puts it on anyway. The low cut dress clings to her curves, displaying for more tit meat then she would like, but really flatters her ass. The high heels make her unsteady so she has to cling to his arm, and every so often she shivers as air blows across her bare pussy lips. "You look perfect. I can't wait to show you off." she see herself in the mirror and between the dress, stripper heels and makeup realizes that she could stand next to her husband and he wouldn't recognize her wearing all this. "I look like a slut..." She says adjusting her top to try and cover her tits. "Yes. My slut." He takes her arm and they walk out of the hotel room toward the elevator.
Haruko looks up at him nervously, biting her lip as she sees herself in the mirror. She feels hot and exposed in the revealing outfit, her body covered in makeup that emphasizes every curve and line. "I don't... I don't think this is a good idea," she whispers, her voice shaking with uncertainty. "Don't be silly," he reassures her, pulling her closer. "You look incredible." His gaze lingers on her exposed chest, causing heat to spread through her from the base of her neck all the way down to her toes. She swallows hard, feeling more and more like she's playing a dangerous game here.
But then he brushes his thumb across her bottom lip, giving her a reassuring smile that melts away her doubts, and she finds herself once again drawn into the powerful spell of their attraction. Maybe just this once...
As the elevator doors close his hand finds it's way under her dress and he pins to wall as two fingers explore her wetness. He kisses her and whispers. "If you cum before we reach the ground floor, I'll take you somewhere special. I know how to treat my little married slut."
Haruka gasps and her hips rock forward instinctively as his fingers touch her, already drenched with need. His words send a thrill through her, making it difficult for her to think straight. She kisses him back hungrily, nipples hardening even more against the fabric of her dress as she arches into his touch.
"Don't tease..." she moans breathlessly, feeling herself growing closer and closer to release. "I want... need you so much..." Her fingers claw at his shoulder in an effort to steady herself as he works her toward climax, his words and touch driving her wild with desire.
She clings to him and bites his shoulder moaning as she bucks against his hand. Suddenly the elevator dings. "Good girl." He licks her juices off his fingers as the door as open and they step out. Her unsteadiness on the stripper heels makes her cling to him desperately so he puts an arm around her waist as they walk across the hotel lobby. "Tell me. When was the last time your husband took you out on the town and spoiled you?"
"I... I can't remember..." Haruka whispers, her breath coming faster now as she tries to ignore the heat building in her core. It's been so long since they've had any alone time together that she honestly can't remember what it feels like. With Daimon by her side, though, everything feels new and exciting again - dangerous and thrilling.
"It's been forever..." she trails off, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and fear in her eyes. "I never thought... I never imagined..." She doesn't know how to finish that sentence without revealing too much about the fantasies she's been harboring over the years or making this strange situation any more real than it already is.
"Never imagined what?"
"That someone... someone like you..." Haruka swallows hard, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. "I always wanted to... experience this." Her fingers tremble as they brush across his arm, wanting nothing more than to touch him, taste him, feel him inside her again.
The bustling lobby around them fades into the background as their eyes lock, desire and need burning bright between them. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but strangely safe in his arms at the same time. The thought of returning to her family tomorrow is almost too much to bear, knowing that this incredible connection will have to end once they part ways. But for now, she'll savor every moment they have together and pretend that nothing else matters but the here and now.
Walks proudly through the lobby, with her clinging to his arm, clomping along in the unfamiliar heels. She feels like a slutty bimbo, but instead of disgusted it makes the flames of her loins hotter. "I want to take you shopping for a dress to dance in tonight. Then perhaps lunch somewhere. Do you swim?" They set out on the sidewalk and he hails a cab for them. "You are mine for the weekend and I won't have you dressing like some frumpy house wife. Tonight you are my hot little play toy." He helps her into the car then gives the driver directions to a special store.
Haruka feels her heart race as he speaks, excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. The thought of spending time with him like this - being pampered and spoiled - is more than she could have ever hoped for. "I- I've never been swimming in a pool... only in the ocean," she confesses shyly, wondering if that will change anything. But he seems pleased with her response, his gaze lingering on her in a way that makes her feel wanted and desirable.
As they arrive at the store, Haruka follows him inside, feeling a little overwhelmed by the bright lights and displays of beautiful clothes. But when she sees his excited expression as he helps her try on various dresses, she can't help but smile back and pretend that this is all just a wonderful dream that she doesn't want to wake up from.
"You look so lovely in everything," he tells her sincerely, helping her into another dress that barely manages to cover her chest. "This one would be perfect for dancing." Her breath catches at his words; the thought of dancing with him tonight sends a thrill down her spine. Maybe, just maybe, she'll get to feel him close again before the night is over...
Walks around her in the last dress. "Yes. This one." He nods to the shopkeeper handing her a black card. "Now Haru, change back and we'll get some lunch, then I think back to the hotel for a swim."
Haruka blushes as she takes the black card, her heart fluttering at his words and the idea of swimming naked with him in a hotel pool. She rushes to the changing room, eager to try out the dress he's chosen and make it perfect for their night together. As she emerges from the curtain, she sees herself in the mirror, dressed in the flattering garment that clings to her curves and bares more than enough skin. "I love it," she whispers, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her as they leave the store arm-in-arm.
Their lunch date is filled with laughter and gentle teasing, both of them unable to resist finding excuses to touch each other beneath the table. Every time their eyes meet across the table, they share a knowing glance that ignites a fresh wave of desire between them. As soon as dessert arrives, he hands her his room key, his expression promising nothing but pleasure for the rest of the day and night. She nods eagerly, her breath catching in anticipation as she takes the key from him, already imagining what they'll get up to once they're alone together again.
Haruka tucks the key into her tiny clutch, her heart racing with excitement as she imagines what's to come later. She quickly finishes her dessert, eager to get back to their room and make the most of this time together. When they arrive at the hotel, she practically skips down the hallway, unable to keep the smile from her lips or the shiver of anticipation from running up and down her spine.
Once inside his room, Haruka kicks off her shoes and pulls Daimon toward the bed, her hands tugging at his shirt urgently as she presses herself against him. "Now," she whispers, nipping at his earlobe. "I want to see you naked." Her words are laced with desire and need, making it clear that she isn't just being polite or playful; she genuinely wants this and can't wait for their private show to begin.
She breaks away from the kiss, trailing her hands down his chest before reaching up to undo his shirt, revealing toned abs and the broad planes of his back. His skin is warm and smooth beneath her fingertips, driving her wild with desire. "Take it off," she breathes, her words coming out a little rough as she helps him shed the rest of his clothes.
stands naked in front of her, his pecker hard and jutting out as if to shake her hand. "Now you."
Haruka bites her lip and hesitates, still fully clothed in the revealing dress he'd chosen earlier. She glances shyly down at her feet, not quite daring to meet his eyes as she slips out of it slowly, letting it pool around her ankles. His intense gaze devours every curve and line of her body, making heat flood her cheeks and spread through the rest of her. Her breasts are revealed, already sensitive from the touches they've shared earlier in the day, and she lets out a shiver as she feels even more exposed standing here before him like this.
When she finally meets his eyes again, she sees only desire burning bright within them, and it emboldens her to step closer, reaching up to undo his belt and slide his pants down his hips. She takes his aching cock in her hands, feeling it throb eagerly against her palm as she strokes him slowly, marveling at how much larger he is than her husband's modest erection earlier that morning.
He kisses her and moans as she squeezes his hot flesh. He nips and sucks at her neck and breasts in between passionate kisses. He pulls her onto the bed with him. "I want to taste you." His eyes alight with desire, decides to make her do something she'd never dare do before. "Sit on my face."
Haruka's breath catches in surprise as he says this, but she quickly complies, straddling him on the bed and lowering her wet folds toward his waiting mouth. "D-do it," she whispers shakily, her heart racing as she feels the heat from his breath against her most sensitive spot.
He takes her in eagerly, sucking gently at first before growing more forceful and demanding. His hands wrap around her hips, guiding her movements as he encourages her to ride his face harder. Her body tenses and arches beneath him, moaning and writhing as pleasure washes over her in powerful waves. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to release, the pressure building inside her with every stroke of his tongue.
Holding her tightly he licks for her core as if trying to get the icing out of a tube, her gushing wetness dripping down his happy cheeks.
Haruka cries out, her body tensing as pleasure engulfs her, waves of ecstasy rolling through every nerve ending. Her fingers dig into his shoulders and neck, scratching at him in an attempt to find purchase, to ground herself as she's swept away on a tidal wave of desire. She shudders violently, muscles clenching tight around Daimon's face as her orgasm washes over her, leaving her gasping and weak.
For several moments, she simply lies there, panting and catching her breath while he licks up the last of her essence from his lips. When she finally regains enough strength to speak, she looks down at him, her eyes full of gratitude and wonder. "That was... amazing," she whispers hoarsely, still unable to quite believe what they've just shared together.
She reaches out a shaking hand to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, her fingers trembling with emotion as she takes in the sight of him lying there beneath her, naked and vulnerable. The memory of their passionate encounter is etched onto his features, making it clear that he's just as affected by this weekend as she is. She wonders if, somehow, this could be more than a one-time thing... or even if they should risk trying to make something permanent out of it. The thought sends a shiver of anticipation through her, making her heart race with hope and possibility.
He smiles up at her from in between her legs as she sits on his chest. "You're not done yet. Scoot down just a bit." He uses his hands to slide her down his chest toward his waist. She lets out a gasp as she feels his shaft under her, her pussy lips gripping it like a balance beam. She moans and grinds enjoying the feel of this against her.
Haruka bites her lower lip as she feels the weight of his cock pressed against her, already slick with their shared desire. She lets out a moan, arching her back and pressing herself down onto him. The sensation is exquisite, filling her completely in a way that both pleasures and overwhelms her at once. Her hips rock slowly back and forth, testing the limits of her body's response to this newfound contact.
Her eyes lock with his, their gazes holding a mutual understanding of what they're sharing, a knowingness that goes deeper than words can express. The feel of him moving inside her hands is in perfect sync with the movement of their hips, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm between them. As she begins to lose herself once again in the sensation of being claimed by Daimon, she realizes that this isn't just about pleasure or a temporary escape from reality; it's about finding something genuine and true, something that could very well change her life forever.
His hands lift under her thighs helping her move up and down to maximize his thrusts, soon he lets good and lays panting. She is straddling him balls deep, her hands on his chest, arms holding her up. He looks up and her and his cock twitches sending a ripple of pleasure through her. "I'm about to cum, my married woman. Are you going to risk coming home with a present?"
Haruka's heart races as she feels him tense beneath her, his words sending another thrill through her body. She bites her lip and drops forward until their foreheads touch, her hair falling to hide her flushed cheeks. "I... I don't know what I want," she whispers shakily, the words seeming almost to catch in her throat. The uncertainty, the fear of leaving this safe but suffocating life behind for something unknown and potentially incredible, wells up inside her. She's never been the kind of person to take risks or step outside her comfort zone, but with Daimon, it feels like everything has changed.
Her body tenses again as she feels his cock jerk within her, and instinctively she arches her back in a silent plea for more. Her hands clutch at his chest, clawing at him as she tries to maintain control while being swept away by the raw emotion of this moment. She can't look away from his eyes, needing the connection between them now more than ever. As he groans and releases himself deep inside her, hot spurts of seed splash against her walls, mingling with their shared pleasure and leaving her breathless, empty... but somehow fuller than she's ever been before.
With a shudder, she collapses forward onto his chest, feeling the weight of everything they've done pressing down on her fragile frame. She curls into him, seeking comfort and reassurance amidst the maelstrom of emotions spinning through her body. The realization that this moment is coming to an end brings a fresh wave of sorrow washing over her, making it almost impossible to imagine ever going back to the life she left behind just a few days ago. But despite all of this, there's something inside
After a wild passionate night of sex that her husband couldn't even imagine. She had every hole fucked and he is cum in all of them. She loved the taste on her lips and the feel of it on her body. After cleaning up and falling asleep in each others arms she wakes in the morning alone. She put on her old clothes but as she is packing she finds his black business card, her slutty dress and heels he bought her and a note. "My Haruka. Perhaps someday we will meet again. Perhaps not. Until we know for sure. I will remember you, always." If it hadn't been for the little bundle of joy that arrives 9 months later she would think it a dream. Luckily her husband thinks the baby girl is his.
Haruka sits on the edge of her bed, tears welling up in her eyes as she reads the note over and over again. The memories of their weekend together flood back, each one more vivid and painful than the last. She can't help but wonder what might have been if she had taken a risk and pursued something with Daimon, despite the potential consequences. His words haunt her for months, even years after that fateful weekend - "Perhaps someday we will meet again."
The baby girl grows up knowing only one parent, and Haruka spends every moment of her life worrying about what might happen if her husband were to ever find out the truth. She carefully guards her heart, afraid to let anyone else in lest they too discover her secret. But even though she tries to forget about Daimon, his memory remains etched upon her soul, a constant reminder of what could have been.