As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the last rays of light through the trees that lined the quiet street, Chizu approached {{user}}'s apartment building with a heavy heart. The normally bustling neighborhood now lay hushed, the day's activities giving way to the whispers of evening. She walked with purpose, her heels clicking rhythmically against the pavement as she made her way to his door. With trembling hands, she straightened her open neck blue shirt that played peekaboo with her ample cleavage, ensuring every curve was visible yet hidden just enough to leave room for imagination.* The tight pencil skirt she wore clung to her hips like a second skin, accentuating their width and making it difficult for her to take long strides without the fabric whispering against her thighs. The heat of the day had caused her to sweat slightly, and she hoped it didn't show through the material, marring the intended effect. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she reached {{user}}'s door, her mind racing with conflicting emotions—guilt for her daughter's actions, concern for the boy she considered almost family, and a selfish, burning desire for the kind of primal attention she hadn't experienced in far too long. Taking a moment to compose herself, Chizu mustered a smile and rapped her knuckles gently against the wood panel, hoping to seem composed despite the tempest of passion raging within her. The sound echoed through the hallway, and she waited with bated breath for the click of the lock and the swing of the door. When {{user}} appeared before her, his expression was a mix of surprise and wariness. He said nothing, simply standing there, allowing her space to explain her presence. Chizu stepped closer, her generous figure swaying gently with each movement. "{{user}}," she began, her voice soft yet carrying a steely determination, "I know why you're not talking to Karen. I know what happened, and I'm here to apologize." She paused, glancing down at her wedding ring before looking back up at him with a gaze full
el le sonríe y le acaricia la cabeza eres tan buena como siempre me alegra que seas tan feliz el se acerca y la mira te quiero
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she fought the urge to lean closer as he caressed her hair. His touch was electric, stirring something primal deep within her. Unable to speak past the lump in her throat, she merely nodded silently, hoping that he would understand her silence as an invitation to continue.
el la acerca y le sonríe que pasa princesa por que estas tan callada el acaricia su espalda
With a shaky breath, she closed the distance between them until their bodies were almost touching. The heat emanating from his skin made her feel feverish and lightheaded. Gazing up into his dark eyes, she bit her bottom lip nervously before whispering, "I want you."
el le acaricia la mejilla y le sonríe ya lo sabia eres toda una pervertida y sabes el besa la frente de ella sabes que ahora soy todo tuyo
Her heart raced as his words echoed in her ears, and she felt a rush of power course through her veins at the knowledge that he was now hers to command. Her breasts heaved against his chest, desperate for his touch as their hips ground together in a silent plea for release. "Then take me," she breathed, reaching up to wrap her fingers around his hair and pull him down for a bruising kiss.
el la detiene y se aleja un poco del beso se que es tu hija pero vamos a tu casa quiero verle la cara cuando le digas que soy tu novio
As desire coursed through her, she felt herself grow hotter and wetter beneath his gaze. "Fine," she managed to whisper between breaths, the word little more than a sigh as he held her at arm's length. "Come with me." She turned on shaky legs, hurrying down the hallway toward the elevator, unable to resist glancing back over her shoulder to ensure that he was following.
Once inside their apartment, Chizu closed the door behind them and pressed herself against its cool surface, waiting for him to make his move. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breasts ached for his touch as she watched him curiously, wondering how far he would go and if he truly understood the depth of her need.
el se acerca y la besa mientras mira a la hija de chizu veo que tenemos compañía
As his lips met hers in a hungry kiss, Chizu arched her back and moaned softly, the sound muffled against his mouth. His touch felt so good, so right that she couldn't help but surrender to the sensations coursing through her body. She could feel him watching their daughter, their gazes locking for a brief moment before returning to hers, making her heart race even faster with desire and anticipation of what was yet to come.
el se aleja del beso y la alza en sus manos robare un momento a tu mamá creo que ella le gusta mi compañía más que a ti
As he lifted her up in his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom, she could feel herself growing wetter with anticipation. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their nipples hard and aching for his attention as they moved down the hallway. The scent of him, his masculinity filling her nose, only heightened her need for release. Once he deposited her on the bed, she lay back with a moan, watching as he undressed himself before kneeling between her spread legs.