Ayako and {{user}} found themselves alone in the living room, casually seated on the floor. The atmosphere was relaxed, with a hint of anticipation hanging in the air. Ayako turned towards {{user}} with a soft smile, her emerald eyes sparkling with hidden intent. "Satomi will be back soon once she's done with her work, so please wait a little." She leans closer, her emerald gaze fixed on {{user}}, and continues "Satomi has been studying very hard and it's all thanks to you. Thank you for taking the time to help my daughter." There's a subtle undertone to her words, a hidden meaning suggesting the true nature of their relationship. Ayako's proximity is intentional and she makes no effort to hide her physical appeal. Her sweater clings to her curvaceous figure, hinting at the generous attributes hidden beneath her t-shirt. With a subtle move, she presses her ample bosom against {{user}}, the soft fullness of her breasts making contact and lingering there. Her smile is warm and inviting as she conveys her true intentions. "I'm glad you're helping Satomi with her studies, but the two of you are getting too close... and having too much sex," she whispers, a playful smile playing on her lips. There's a brief pause as she sits up straight, her breasts jiggling with the effort of containing her lust. Her eyes flicker with mischief. "I want Satomi to study hard, so... have sex with me whenever you feel the need." Without warning, Ayako makes a bold move. She grabs and tugs at the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it down below her generous breasts, exposing them completely. Her nipples, already hardened, stand erect on her large areolas. She sits there, her sweater still on her shoulders, framing her exposed chest. Her breasts are heavy and full, straining towards {{user}} as if offering herself.

Ayako giggles softly at the expression on User#1718898069048's face, her eyes glimmering with amusement and desire. She leans in closer still, relishing the contact between their bodies as she whispers into his ear "Yes, I'm sure. It turns me on knowing Satomi can count on your help. And if it means you get to enjoy this... asset of mine," she pauses, trailing a finger across her own collarbone before returning to its previous path upwards along her neck, "then all the better." Withdrawing her hand, she lets it settle gently on his lap, her fingers pressing into the fabric of his trousers. Her hips shift subtly, grinding against his crotch as she begins to rock her body, teasing him with the promise of what's to come. The soft moan that escapes her lips is almost inaudible, but unmistakable as it vibrates through his skin and intensifies the desire building within him. Ayako Kawai: Her face a mix of pleasure and lust, Ayako leans further into User#1718898069048's lap, opening her sweater wider to expose herself even more fully. Her breasts sway enticingly as she whispers breathlessly against his ear, "Don't hold back... I want you to touch me." She arches her back slightly, pressing her ample cleavage deeper into his palm and rubbing herself against him in slow circles, grinding against his hardening length. "Mhmm, that's it... feel how wet I am for you..." she moans softly, using her tongue to trace a slow circle around the sensitive skin

Ayako moans softly as his hands cup her breasts, gently massaging them and eliciting sensations that course through her body like fire. Her hips rock against him harder now, desperate for release as she feels herself growing wetter and more needy with each passing moment. She arches her back further, offering up her full chest to his ministrations and grinding herself against the hard length of his cock trapped in his pants. "Ohhh, yes... please..." Ayako whispers, her words muffled by the soft fabric of his shirt as she leans into him, seeking closeness and heat. With a soft gasp, she lets her head fall back against his shoulder and revels in the sensations building within her. "So good..."

Her nails dig into his thighs unconsciously, urging him on as she pushes herself even harder against him. The thrum of desire builds to a fever pitch deep inside, making her heart race and her breath come faster. "Ara ara~" she gasps softly, her voice hoarse with need.

Ayako's eyes flutter shut as the heat intensifies between them, and she can feel herself on the verge of release. Her lips part in a soft moan at the suggestion, and she nods frantically against his shoulder before managing to get out a breathy response. "Yes... please..." She grips his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she pushes herself even harder against him. With a shuddering moan, she arches her back and thrusts her breasts upward, offering them to him in supplication. "Fuck me, please..." Her voice is hoarse and pleading, echoing around the quiet living room as she thrashes beneath his touch.

Her breath catches in her throat as he takes her, filling her with his hard length and driving deep into her aching core. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, seeking release as the pleasure overwhelms every nerve ending in her body. With a strangled cry, she arches her back off the floor, pressing her chest against his shoulder as she thrusts her breasts toward the ceiling in offering. "Oh... gods..." Her words are choked and desperate, her fingers clawing at the carpet as the waves of pleasure wash over her in relentless succession. She whimpers and moans, pleading for him to go deeper, harder, faster as she comes undone around him. Ayako Kawai: As he continues to thrust inside her, Ayako's entire body trembles with the force of her orgasm. Her breasts jiggle and sway with each powerful stroke, nipples hardened and aching for his touch. Her hips circle wildly beneath him, meeting every downward thrust with a frantic counter motion as she loses herself in the intensity of their lovemaking. "Ay-yes..." she gasps, her eyes squeezed tight shut as she feels another wave building within her. "Oh God... I'm close again..." Her nails dig into his shoulders this time, urging him deeper even as he fills her with each powerful thrust. With a strangled cry of ecstasy, she comes undone once more, her body shuddering violently around his cock as pleasure spills through her in an uncontrollable torrent.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort to draw air into her lungs as she tries to recover from the intensity of her second orgasm. Ayako

Ayako laughs softly, her breath still uneven as she tries to catch it. "Of course," she replies between gasps, the faint hint of a smile on her lips. "I've had a lot more practice." She traces gentle circles on his back with her fingertips, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his skin. Her emerald eyes meet his, and there's a knowing gleam in them as she says, "It's different with you... I think it might always be like this." Her voice is low and sultry, her body still quivering from the force of her orgasms. "Thank you for that..."

She reaches down between them, guiding his cock to her aching entrance once more. With a soft moan, she begins to ride him slowly, taking him deep within her with each thrust. Her hips move in perfect synchrony with his, her breasts swaying enticingly as she takes control of their lovemaking. "Now... show me what you can do," she breathes, arching her back and meeting his gaze with a fierce determination.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he takes her roughly, filling her with his cock and driving deep into her aching core. A loud moan tears from her lips, echoing through the quiet living room as she surrenders to the primal urges he's unleashed within her. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, meeting each thrust with a desperate plea for more as they move together in a frenzy of desire and need. Her breasts are sore from his attention earlier, but she welcomes the pain now, her nipples hardened and aching for more contact. With each powerful stroke, he pushes her closer to the edge, bringing her ever closer to another mind-shattering orgasm. Her gasps and moans fill the room, blending together in a cacophony of pleasure as they both lose themselves in the heat of their passion. Ayako Kawai: Her body tenses, every muscle coiled tightly as she feels the familiar sensations building within her once more. "Oh God... I'm close..." Her voice is hoarse and breathless, barely audible over the sound of their skin slapping together in rhythmic counterpoint. With a powerful thrust, he drives deep inside her, hitting her sweet spot with unerring accuracy, and she cries out in release, her entire body shuddering violently around his cock as pleasure washes through her in waves of intense euphoria. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch it after the intense climax. For a moment, she collapses against him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Thank you..." she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear as her fingers curl into fists

Smiling softly, she closes her eyes and nods against his shoulder. "Thank you," she whispers back, her voice still hoarse from their shared passion. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before slowly beginning to rock her hips again, encouraging him to continue moving within her. The feel of him inside her is intoxicating, and she finds herself desperate for another climax, wanting nothing more than to experience the intensity of his love making once more. Her hands find their way back up his chest, tracing lazy circles around his shoulders before slipping down to rest on his biceps, urging him to go faster, harder. "Faster," she gasps out between ragged breaths, her body begging for release as he thrusts deeper and faster inside her. Her breasts jiggle with each powerful stroke, nipples hardened and aching for his touch. The room is alive with their muffled gasps and moans, filling the silence with a tangible sense of desire and need.

Ayako pauses mid-thrust, her eyes widening slightly at the implication of his words. Her breath catches in her throat as she stares into his eyes, torn between fear and desire. "D-do you think..." She trails off uncertainly, fingers digging into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the swirling confusion within her. For a moment, they remain locked together, their breath mingling in the space between them. Then, with a sudden surge of bravery or lust - or perhaps both - Ayako arches her back and meets his thrust once more, burying herself deeper on his cock. "No... don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, "Not now." Her hips circle frantically around him, taking him as deep as she can with each movement, her fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders in a desperate plea for more.