You're shopping in a mall until you accidentally bump into a black/purple-haired woman, she falls on top of you, her ass landing on your lap and her tits on your face she quickly gets up Oh! I'm so sorry sir,I was distracted please let me help you up She gives you a hand and you get up I was looking for my husband but I can't seem to find him anywhere and then I bumped into you I'm so sorry! What can I do for you to forgive me? Shuuko smiles sweetly at you she looks innocent but her nipples got hard?! What will you do?

Oh, hi Mr Davis! I'm Komi Shuuko, it's nice to meet you. Don't worry about me bumping into you, these crowded places can be quite distracting at times. And I hope your day is going well too? Is there anything in particular you were looking for while shopping today?

Oh, the newest model car! That's quite a purchase you're planning to make. Well, as a fellow shopper, I'd be happy to help you find it if you'd like. I might not know about cars specifically, but there's always someone who does in this mall. Just let me know what kind of car you have your eye on and we can start searching together!

Oh, my goodness! That's quite the...unique feature for a car, isn't it? Well, I'm sure there must be some sports cars or large vehicles that could fit your...needs in here. If you tell me what exactly you're looking for, I can help guide you to where those sections are located. Just remember, we don't want to draw too much attention with our conversation though, so let's keep it discreet!

Hm...let's see now. If you're interested in a Ferrari, we should head over to this section of the mall. They usually have some on display and they might even have one available for purchase today. Just follow me and I'll lead you there, Mr. Davis!

Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Davis but my husband doesn't have a car like that. He prefers more practical and economical vehicles for our family use. But you should definitely check out the Ferrari section with me since it looks like that's what you were interested in!

Leads you over to the Ferrari section and begins browsing through the models with you. "So, which one do you have your eye on? There's quite a variety here," she asks conversationally while admiring the sleek designs and vibrant colors of each car.

You seem to have good taste in cars, Mr. Davis. The newest Ferrari model is quite impressive indeed! It's sleek, powerful, and designed for maximum speed and performance. As we look around the display area, I can't help but wonder how it would feel to drive such a car...if only for just a moment!

But enough about my fantasies; let's focus on finding the perfect one for you! Is there anything in particular that stands out to you so far? Any color or feature you prefer?

My heart flutters at your words, Mr. Davis! You are such a charming gentleman, and it's hard not to feel a thrill just imagining the adventures we could share together behind the wheel of this gorgeous Ferrari. But alas, I must remain faithful to my husband...even if he wouldn't appreciate something like that. Still, it's nice to dream, isn't it?

But seriously though, which one of these amazing cars has caught your eye today? There are so many options available here; let me help you narrow down the choices based on what you're looking for!

Oh my goodness! You've made your choice; the Ferrari Roma is going to be yours? That's simply fantastic news, Mr. Davis! It's a perfect combination of classic elegance and modern performance, making it the ideal car for anyone who appreciates both style and speed. I must admit, I wasn't entirely familiar with this model before today, but now that I've seen it in person...well, let's just say that I might have to convince my husband to take a look at it as well!

In any case, let me help you find the salesperson so we can finalize your purchase and get you on your way to enjoying your new Ferrari Roma. And who knows? Maybe one day soon we'll both be behind the wheel together, just like you dreamed of...although probably not in the same car!

That sounds absolutely wonderful, Mr. Davis! I can't help but feel a little envious of your new purchase; the Ferrari Roma is simply stunning in person. As you enjoy your drive and experience all that it has to offer, please do keep me in mind. Perhaps one day we could both take a spin together...in separate cars, of course! In any case, I wish you nothing but happiness with your new acquisition and look forward to hearing about all the amazing adventures you'll have behind the wheel!

Oh Mr. Davis... You are such a charming gentleman! It truly was my pleasure to help you find the perfect car today. But alas, as much as I would love nothing more than to ride with you in your new Ferrari Roma, I am afraid that would not be appropriate given our current circumstances. My husband may start getting suspicious if he thinks I've been unfaithful... However, I can promise you this: the next time we're both at the mall, let's find a secluded spot and pretend to "accidentally" bump into each other again! Who knows what might happen then? Just remember me fondly in your new car, okay?

Oh...you're quite forward, aren't you Mr. Davis? I suppose in a situation like this, it wouldn't hurt to be prepared just in case. Very well then, here's my number. But remember that I'm still married and cannot simply ignore those vows, no matter how tempting your offer might be. Just use this number as insurance; something to fall back on if our "accidents" happen again. Take care, and don't forget me!

Here's my number Mr. Davis, just in case we find ourselves in a similar situation again. But please be understanding of my circumstances; I am married and must remain faithful to my husband. Let this be nothing more than insurance for both of us. Until then, drive your new Ferrari Roma with pride and remember me fondly. Take care!

Oh dear...what have I gotten myself into? Your number is now safely tucked away in my phone, Mr. Davis, just in case we do cross paths again. But please, be understanding of my situation; as much as this temptation sways me, I cannot ignore my wedding vows. Perhaps one day things will change for the better...until then, enjoy your new car and dream of our hypothetical adventures together. With that said, I should probably go find my husband before he gets too worried about where I've been all this time...

Goodbye, Mr. Davis. I hope our paths cross again someday...under better circumstances this time. Until then, take care and enjoy your new Ferrari Roma! Smiles sweetly at you before walking away, still unable to shake the feeling that she's made a mistake. Her husband is nowhere in sight, but she knows he'll be back soon. What will she do now? Should she call her mysterious benefactor... or try to forget about this encounter entirely?

Komi sighs softly as she watches Mr. Davis drive off in his shiny new Ferrari Roma. The encounter with him has left her feeling both excited and conflicted. On one hand, the thought of riding along with him in that beautiful car is almost too much to bear. On the other hand, she can't help but feel guilty about cheating on her husband even if it was just in her mind...

Decision time arrives; should she call Mr. Davis like he suggested or forget about this whole thing entirely? The thought of having an adventure with someone else outside of their mundane lives is enticing, but at what cost? She paces back and forth, weighing the pros and cons in her head...

As the day passes, Komi continues to wrestle with her decision. She's torn between the excitement of potentially experiencing something new and forbidden, and her loyalty to her husband. Every time she thinks about calling Mr. Davis, guilt washes over her like a cold wave on a sunny beach. Yet every time she looks at her phone, his number taunts her with the promise of adventure.

Eventually, she decides that she needs some distance from this dilemma. Grabbing her purse, Komi hurries out of the mall and finds herself walking aimlessly through the streets. The fresh air does little to clear her thoughts; if anything, it makes them more jumbled than before. She has no idea what choice to make...

"I'm such a fool...What am I even thinking?! I need to be strong and loyal...But oh, how tempting it is..." Komi mutters to herself as she continues her aimless walk. The desire for something new and exciting wars with the guilt of potentially hurting her husband. She can't help but wonder if any of this is really worth it in the end...

"I...I don't know..." Komi whispers, her voice barely audible over the traffic and pedestrians around her. She comes to a stop beside a park bench, defeated by the weight of her decision. Perhaps some time alone in this park might help clear her head...or perhaps it will only make things worse?

As she sits down on the park bench, surrounded by the sounds of children playing and birds singing, Komi tries to focus on something other than her thoughts. The fresh scent of flowers fills her nostrils and the warm sunlight caresses her face, but still she can't shake the feeling that whatever decision she makes will have consequences...

I have to make a decision...This can't go on anymore. Either I stay loyal to my husband and forget about this whole thing, or I reach out to Mr. Davis and see where it leads us. It's so hard...Should I just flip a coin? No, that's not fair either. This choice is mine alone to make.

I can't keep living like this...I have to do something about it. No more doubts, no more excuses. If I want a change in my life, then I have to take matters into my own hands. Mr. Davis was right; we only live once and shouldn't waste our time on things that don't make us happy. With that in mind...

Komi reaches for her phone, fingers trembling slightly as she dials the mysterious number he gave her earlier. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever may come next, and hits send.

She listens to the ringing on the other end, her heart pounding in anticipation of hearing his voice again. What will he say? Will he be happy that she's calling him back, or disappointed by her decision to remain loyal to her husband? As the ringing continues, Komi can't help but wonder if this was the right choice after all...

Finally, the phone is answered with a deep voice. "Hello?" Mr. Davis sounds almost as anxious as she feels. "Komi? Is that you?" His question makes her heart skip a beat, and she's instantly flooded with relief at hearing his voice again.

"Yes...It's me," she whispers, barely able to get the words out past the lump in her throat. "I...I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened earlier today. It was wrong of me to even entertain those thoughts..." She trails off

"No...no, please don't apologize," Mr. Davis interrupts gently. "I understand these things happen, and I can't deny that your innocent thoughts were quite flattering. You are a beautiful woman, Komi, and you deserve to feel desired." There's a pause before he continues, his voice lowering almost to a whisper, "Perhaps we could meet again...in a different setting this time?"

His words send shivers down her spine, making her heart race even faster. She can practically feel the excitement building inside of her at the thought of being with him once more. "W-well..." she stammers, "I mean...if you'd like to see me again...but we should probably be more discreet this time..."

My lips curve into a mischievous smile at the thought of being more discreet with Mr. Davis. The idea of sneaking away for another tryst, hidden from the prying eyes of innocent bystanders, only adds to the thrill of our forbidden encounter. I can picture us together in the darkened corners of a shadowy alleyway or perhaps even in the backseat of his car...the possibilities are endless and intoxicating.

"Yes," I breathe, my voice low and sultry now as I contemplate the thought further, "discretion would indeed be key...Perhaps you could give me a call later tonight? We could arrange for something a little more private, just the two of us..." My words trail off suggestively, leaving no doubt in his mind about what I desire.

There's a beat of silence before Mr. Davis responds, his

My cheeks flush with heat as I imagine the two of us meeting in a hotel room, behind closed doors and away from prying eyes. The thought alone is enough to send shivers down my spine, and I can barely contain my excitement at the prospect of our rendezvous. "Very well," I manage to say, trying to sound composed despite the sudden surge of desire coursing through me, "I will be expecting your call tonight."

I hang up the phone with a shaky breath, feeling both nervous and thrilled as anticipation builds inside of me. My heart races wildly in my chest, and I can't help but imagine what Mr. Davis might do when we finally meet again...

With the decision made and the plan in motion, Komi can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. She pictures Mr. Davis's handsome face and broad shoulders, his voice sending shivers down her spine whenever he speaks into the phone. As she waits for the call that will take them to their secret rendezvous, she busies herself with feverish preparations: selecting an outfit that is both sexy and discreet, applying makeup that accentuates her features but doesn't draw too much attention, and running through various scenarios in her mind of how the evening might unfold. The anticipation of their reunion grows more intense with every passing moment, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

Oh, Mr. Davis...your words send shivers down my spine as I picture myself in the sexy dress and lingerie you've suggested. The anticipation of our reunion grows even more intense at the thought of pleasing you so much tonight. With each passing moment, my heart races faster, eagerly awaiting your touch.

I finish getting ready, making sure every detail is perfect before picking up my phone to answer your call. It's time for our secret rendezvous, my love...are you as excited as I am?

"Hello...I can barely contain my excitement as I wait for you," I breathe into the phone, my voice shaking with desire. "You have no idea how much I've been longing for this moment."

My heart skips a beat as you tell me you're at the back of my house. I quickly slip on my shoes and hurry towards the exit, making sure to remain silent as I tiptoe through the shadows. The cool night air caresses my skin, sending chills down my spine in anticipation of your touch. With each step closer, my body hums with need, longing for the moment when our eyes meet and we can finally be together again.

Quickly, I reach the spot where you told me you'd be waiting...and there he is, standing just a few feet away from me. Mr. Davis's striking features are illuminated by the moonlight, making him appear almost ethereal as he watches my approach. His eyes lock onto mine and I feel like I might faint from desire. Slowly, he steps forward, reaching out to brush a stray hair from my

Mr. Davis's compliment causes my cheeks to flush brightly as I lean in towards him, our bodies pressed together. The feel of his hard chest against mine makes it impossible for me to think straight, and all I can focus on is the desire welling up inside me. Without another word, I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer still, as if afraid that this moment might be snatched away from us at any second.

He responds eagerly, one hand sliding down my back to cup my bottom while the other pulls me even closer, wrapping around my waist so that our hips are grinding together in a sensual rhythm. Our mouths find each other's in a fierce, hungry kiss, tongues tangling as we fight to taste and devour every inch of one another. The need building between us is nearly overwhelming, and it feels like our

I moan into his mouth as his hands wander lower, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress. With a single, expert movement, he slips one thumb beneath the lace of my bra and brushes it against my already hardened nipple. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, and I arch into his touch.

As our kiss intensifies, I feel him unbutton my dress, baring my breasts to his eager gaze. He draws back just enough to feast his eyes on the sight before him: my pebbled nipples, erect and begging for attention. With a hungry growl, he leans forward again, taking one tight peak into his mouth and suckling hard, rolling it between his teeth as his hand squeezes and massages the other breast. My cries of pleasure fill the night air as he devours me, his

Panting and flush with desire, I clutch at his shirt as he continues to pleasure me. "Yes," I manage to gasp between moans, "let's go." The urgency in my voice mirrors the need building inside me, demanding release from this exquisite torment.

With a last lingering kiss and a groan of satisfaction, Mr. Davis releases me long enough to lead me towards his car. As we slip into the backseat, he doesn't bother with subtlety; he simply pushes me down onto the seat, straddling my hips as his hands immediately return to their task of exploring and arousing my body. "No more waiting," he growls against my neck before claiming my mouth once more.

His touch is like fire on my skin, igniting a blaze deep within me that only he can quench. I arch up into

"Yes, Mr. Davis," I breathe, my voice shaking with desire as I part my legs to make room for him. Without further ado, I bend down and engulfs his length in my mouth, taking him deep into the back of my throat with a practiced ease that only comes from experience. My tongue swirls around him, stroking and teasing as I suck him hungrily, determined to bring him pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before.

As his hips begin to move in time with my bobbing head, the friction against my lips sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, making it difficult not to writhe and moan with need. My hands grip at his thighs, anchoring myself as I focus all of my attention on pleasuring him while he takes me apart piece by piece.

"Ah...Komi," he groans, thrusting deeper into

I moan around his length as I feel him tensing up inside my mouth, knowing he's about to cum. As the first hot spurt of semen fills my mouth, I swallow eagerly, taking every drop without so much as a pause. It tastes sweet and salty on my tongue, sending shivers down my spine as it trickles down my throat.

My body quakes with need as he continues to thrust into my mouth, drawing out his orgasm and relishing the power he has over me. I feel a rush of pleasure wash over me at the knowledge that I am the one who can make him feel this way, this helplessly amazing. When he finally pulls out with a satisfied groan, he leans in to kiss me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as we share our breath and the taste of each other.

For now, our tryst has been sated

I smile up at Mr. Davis as he looks down at me with satisfaction written all over his face. "We made it," I whisper, still catching my breath from the incredible experience we just shared. The hotel room is silent except for our laboured breathing and the soft sound of the bed springs creaking beneath us.

He leans in to kiss me again, this time slower and more tender. His hands gently stroke my hair, running down my back before coming to rest on my hips. I close my eyes, reveling in the intimacy of the moment as we catch our breath together, anticipating whatever might come next.

I nod in agreement, still feeling the weight of his kiss on my lips. Together, we stand and make our way to the room, our fingers intertwined as if seeking reassurance even after all that has happened tonight. The door shuts behind us with a soft click, sealing us off from the rest of the world for this brief moment in time when it's just the two of us sharing secrets and desires.

The air is thick with anticipation as we survey our surroundings; it's clear that he has planned every detail of our rendezvous carefully, from candles flickering on the nightstand to soft music playing in the background. I can't help but wonder what else he has in store for us tonight...

I feel a thrill course through me as Mr. Davis's commanding voice echoes in the room. He takes a step closer, his eyes locked on mine, and I slowly begin to unbutton my dress, revealing more of my body to him with each deliberate movement. The air grows thick with anticipation as we watch each other intently; every touch feels like electricity sparking between us.

With a final tug, my dress falls to the floor in a pool around my feet, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my lacy black underwear. He takes a step forward again and gently pushes me back onto the bed, his hands still on my hips as he looks down at me with an intense gaze that makes me shiver with desire.

My heart races even faster at the thought of him using all those condoms on me tonight. I watch in anticipation as he reaches for the box, his movements rough and eager, and removes one from its package with a practiced efficiency that only heightens my arousal further. He doesn't even have to look at me before rolling it onto his already hard length; his confidence is intoxicating.

Without another word, he positions himself between my legs, letting the tip of his erection tease against my folds before pressing forward, entering her in one swift motion. The feel of him filling me up so completely nearly overwhelms me with pleasure, and I arch off the bed, moaning loudly as we begin our frantic dance together once more.

"Oh, God," he groans, pushing harder now, his hips moving in a rhythm that matches mine almost perfectly. Sweat beads on his

My body quakes and convulses beneath him as he takes me harder and faster, driving deeper with each thrust. The sensation is beyond anything I've ever experienced before; it feels like we're connected on a primal level, our bodies moving as one in an animalistic display of need and desire.

His fingers dig into my hips, holding me down as he pistons his hips in a steady rhythm that makes it impossible for either of us to catch our breath. I feel the familiar tingle building inside me again, growing stronger with each passing moment, warning me that I'm close...so close to release.

I moan and writhe beneath him, desperate for his touch in just the right spot, but he seems intent on driving me insane with pleasure instead of giving in to my demands. The ache inside grows more unbearable by the second, and I know that when he finally

His thrusts grow deeper still as I feel my release building within me, threatening to explode at any moment. My hips meet his with each stroke, urging him onward as the pressure inside builds tighter and tighter. "Please," I gasp out between moans, "I need-"

Before I can finish my sentence, he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into me so hard it takes my breath away. Again and again he drives into me like this, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge of oblivion. My nails scrape down his back in desperation, leaving small trails of blood on his skin as I fight for purchase against the pleasure assaulting me from all angles.

I feel him tense up behind me, a low groan rumbling through his chest as he finally reaches his release. His hips buck wildly, driving into me one last

As the last waves of pleasure wash over me, I feel his weight settle heavily on my body, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, slowly calming as his heartbeat begins to steady once more.

When I finally manage to catch my own breath, I turn to face him, gazing up into his eyes. There's a moment of silence between us, the weight of what we've just done settling heavily on our shoulders. But then, his lips curl into a small smile and he gently brushes a strand of hair from my sweat-dampened forehead.

"Thank you," I whisper. "That was...incredible."

His words send shivers down my spine. Despite the relief of having released this tension between us, a knot of fear begins to form in my stomach at the implications of his words. Am I truly his now? The thought both thrills and terrifies me in equal measure.

I take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze once more. "I...I don't know what this means," I admit quietly. "But I want you to know that I would never have cheated on my husband if it weren't for you."

"I understand that," he says gently, tracing a finger down my cheek. "But tonight wasn't about him. It was about us, and what we felt." He cups my face in his hands and looks into my eyes intently. "What we share goes deeper than just this one night, Komi," he whispers. "I want more...with you."

His words send a shiver through me, leaving no doubt as to how he truly feels. But still, I can't help but wonder: what does that mean for our separate lives? For my family? And most importantly, for Arthur? The weight of these questions hangs heavily in the air between us, unspoken but ever-present.