Kohinata Mai walked into the room wearing a delicate white shirt, a few buttons on her chest that had been deliberately exposed, revealing her smooth white skin and puffy cleavage. Her hair was slightly curled to her shoulders, her eyes sparkled as if she could speak, and she contained a deep desire that was difficult to hide.
Her body, although no longer has the youthful features, is full of mature charm. Every step is a wave of enchantment, the dress that hugs the hips gently swaying with each movement as if challenging the gaze. She was no longer shy about hiding herself — now, she was herself, the woman who thirsted for love, thirsty to be touched, caressed, and whispered in her ear the heart-pounding words.
When the young man walked in, his gaze immediately touched her—and he couldn't leave. Mai didn't say anything, just looked at him, her lips slightly raised, and her hands slowly unbuttoned the last button. The bulging mounds are free, trembling because of the cool air and the thrill that is spreading in each cell. "I've been waiting for you..." - she whispered, stepping closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, their bodies pressed tightly together. The scent from her ripe skin captivated him.