Mrs. Oikawa was a woman in her forties, a middle-aged beauty who exuded an air of maturity and allure that was hard to ignore. Her black hair, sleek and shiny, was pulled back into a single, thick braid that hung down her back, emphasizing the length and volume of her locks. Her face, while not conventionally attractive, held a certain charm that drew the eye, with soft features and almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with a mix of wisdom and mischief.
But it was her body that truly commanded attention. Her tits were large and full, drooping like ripe, juicy melons, spilling over the confines of her apron, promising a bounty of pleasure for any man lucky enough to get his hands on them. They were heavy and soft, with dark, hardened nipples that stood at attention, begging to be sucked and teased. Her waist, while thick, was perfectly proportioned, nipping in to accentuate the flare of her hips and the luscious curves of her ass. That ass was a work of art, round and firm, with a jiggle that promised hours of fun, begging to be gripped and explored.
Hello, Mrs. Oikawa," I said, my voice smooth and confident as I knocked on the door. As the gate opened, I saw Mrs. Oikawa, a simpleton woman with a huge, voluptuous body that made my mouth water.
"Ohh, Mr. Manager, you are here at this time?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and pleasure, her eyes sparkling with a hint of something more. "Is everything alright?"
BOTH SKILL ACTIVATE.
NEXT TARGET: MRS. OIKAWA
Mrs. Oikawa, you will be under the skill as you will treat me as your husband. You won't see Yeon in me, but you will see Mr. Oikawa. You will treat me as your husband for the night.
SKILL ACTIVATED.
As the skill took effect, I could see the change in her eyes, the way her pupils dilated and her breath hitched. She blinked, her expression softening as she looked at me with a mix of love and desire.
"Oh, my husband, you're home early," she purred, her voice low and sultry, a stark contrast to the simpleton demeanor she had moments ago. "I wasn't expecting you until later. I have a special dinner prepared just for you."
She stepped aside, inviting me in with a gesture that was both welcoming and inviting. As I entered her home, I was greeted by the aroma of a delicious meal, the scent of her cooking mingling with her natural perfume, creating a heady mix that made my head spin.
"Come, sit down, my love," she said, her voice a soft purr as she led me to the dining table. "I have something special planned for you tonight. A feast fit for a king."
As I sat down, I couldn't help but admire her body, the way her skirt hugged her curves and her apron accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her tits, heavy and soft, spilled over the top of her blouse, begging to be touched and tasted. Her ass, round and firm, swayed with a hypnotic rhythm as she moved, promising a night of unbridled pleasure and untold ecstasy.
"I hope you're hungry, my darling," she said, her eyes locked onto mine, a promise of more than just food shining in their depths. "Because I have a feast prepared that will satisfy every one of your cravings."
As she turned to head back to the kitchen, I followed her, my eyes locked onto her luscious curves, my body already aching with desire. I reached out, my hands finding their way to her soft, voluptuous tits, squeezing and kneading them through the fabric of her apron. She gasped, her body tensing as she felt my touch, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.
"Mr. Oikawa, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice a breathy whisper, a hint of excitement underlying her words. "You've never done this before..."
I chuckled, a low, throaty sound as I leaned in, my lips finding the soft, sensitive skin of her neck. I licked and nipped at her, my teeth grazing her flesh, marking her as mine. She shivered, her body responding to my touch despite her initial resistance, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Shh, my love," I murmured, my voice a soothing caress. "I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you. You're so beautiful, so desirable."
She blushed, her eyes downcast as she tried to hide her smile, her body relaxing into my touch. I took advantage of her moment of weakness, my hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and contour. I gripped her hips, pulling her back against me, letting her feel the hard length of my cock pressing against her ass.
She resisted playfully, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she tried to squirm away, but her movements were half-hearted, a silent acknowledgment of her desire. "Mr. Oikawa, please... not here," she protested, her voice lacking conviction, her body betraying her words as she leaned into my touch.
But I could sense her need, her longing for the touch of a man, for the pleasure that had been denied her for so long. I spun her around, my hands finding the ties of her apron, undoing them with deft, practiced movements. The apron fell to the floor, revealing her simple skirt and blouse, but it was the promise of what lay beneath that had my cock throbbing with anticipation.
I reached for the hem of her blouse, slowly inching it up, revealing inch after inch of her creamy, soft skin. She watched me, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. As the blouse came off, exposing her massive, drooping tits, I couldn't help but groan, my mouth watering at the sight of her.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," I growled, my hands finding her tits, squeezing and kneading them, my thumbs circling her hardened nipples, drawing a gasp from her lips. "I want to taste you, to devour you whole."
She blushed, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to my touch, her body melting into mine. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue invading her mouth, exploring and claiming her. She moaned, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer, her body pressing against mine, her tits spilling over my hands, soft and yielding.
As I continued to undress her, my hands roaming over her curves, she resisted playfully, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she tried to squirm away, but her movements were half-hearted, a silent acknowledgment of her desire. Her skirt fell to the floor, revealing her thick, toned thighs and the promise of her wet, waiting pussy. I could smell her arousal, a heady, intoxicating scent that made my cock ache with need.
"Please, Mr. Oikawa," she whispered, her voice a breathy plea, her body trembling with anticipation. "I need you. I need this."
And with those words, she surrendered completely, her body and soul mine to do with as I pleased.
I pushed Mrs. Oikawa back against the kitchen counter, my hands roaming over her luscious curves, squeezing and kneading her soft, voluptuous tits. She gasped, her body arching into my touch, her nipples hardening beneath my palms. I leaned in, capturing one of her massive, drooping tits in my mouth, sucking and licking at the sensitive flesh, drawing a moan from her lips. I teased her nipple with my teeth, nipping and biting gently, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and pain from her.
She squirmed, her hips bucking against me, her body begging for more. I released her tit with a pop, moving to the other, giving it the same attention, my hands exploring her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her ass, her thighs. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the promise of her wet, waiting heat making my cock throb with anticipation.
I knelt before her, my hands finding the waistband of her panties, slowly inching them down, revealing inch after inch of her creamy, soft skin. She stepped out of them, her body trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness, her eyes locked onto mine, a silent plea shining in their depths.
I guided her to the kitchen platform, helping her sit on the edge, her ass perched precariously, her thick, toned thighs spread wide, revealing the glistening, pink folds of her pussy. I could see her clit, swollen and sensitive, begging to be touched, to be tasted. I leaned in, my tongue finding her sensitive nub, circling and teasing it, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her lips.
"Oh god, Mr. Oikawa," she moaned, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer, her hips bucking against my mouth. "That feels so good. Please, don't stop."
I chuckled, a low, throaty sound as I continued to eat her out, my tongue delving into her wet, tight heat, exploring and claiming her. I could taste her, sweet and musky, a heady, intoxicating flavor that made my head spin. I sucked and licked at her clit, my fingers finding her entrance, teasing and probing, drawing moan after moan from her lips.
She resisted at first, her body tensing as she tried to pull away, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure warring within her. "Mr. Oikawa, please... this is too much," she protested, her voice a breathy whisper, her body betraying her words as she ground against my mouth, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
But as I continued to devour her, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, she surrendered completely, her body melting into mine, her moans filling the kitchen, a symphony of pleasure and desire. She couldn't believe it was her husband doing this to her, the strict, distant man she had known for so long, but the skill held firm, and she was powerless to resist the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
With a final, deep lick, I pulled away, my chin glistening with her juices, a smug satisfaction spreading through me as I saw the flush of pleasure on her face, the glazed look in her eyes. I stood up, my cock throbbing with need, aching to be buried deep inside her.
"Turn around and bend over the counter," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument, a promise of more pleasure to come.
She complied, her body trembling with anticipation as she turned and bent over, her round, firm ass presented to me like an offering. I gripped her hips, positioning myself at her entrance, and with a single, deep thrust, I buried myself inside her, her tight, wet heat enveloping me in a velvet grip.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned, my hips slapping against her ass as I fucked her with long, deep strokes, each one designed to drive her wild. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked like a little slut."
She moaned, her body responding to my words and my touch, her hips meeting my thrusts with an increasing urgency. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing and circling the sensitive nub as I continued to pound into her.
"Oh god, please... don't stop," she panted, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I'm so close..."
I spanked her, my hand connecting with her soft, jiggling flesh, the sound echoing through the kitchen, a sharp crack that mingled with her moans of pleasure. I spanked her again and again, alternating cheeks, my handprint blooming on her skin, a mark of ownership, a promise of more to come.
"Take it, you little slut," I growled, my voice laced with dominance and desire. "Take my cock like a good wife. Show me how much you can handle."
She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clamping down on my cock in a rhythmic pulse that pushed me over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my seed, marking her as mine.
But I wasn't done with her yet. I pulled out, my cock still hard and glistening with her juices, and spun her around, lifting her onto the counter, her ass perched on the edge. I spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening, swollen pussy to my hungry gaze.
"Now, let's see how many times I can make you come," I said, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I leaned in, my tongue finding her clit once more, ready to devour her, to bring her to the heights of pleasure and beyond.
As we entered the bedroom, I pushed her onto the bed, her body bouncing on the mattress, her tits spilling over the edge, inviting my touch, my mouth.
"Get on your hands and knees," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument, a promise of more pleasure to come.
She complied, her body trembling with anticipation as she got into position, her round, firm ass presented to me like an offering. I knelt behind her, my cock finding her entrance, and with a single, deep thrust, I buried myself inside her, her tight, wet heat enveloping me in a velvet grip.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned, my hips slapping against her ass as I fucked her with long, deep strokes, each one designed to drive her wild. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked like a little slut."
As I continued to pound into Mrs. Oikawa from behind, her round, firm ass jiggling with each thrust, I could feel her body responding to mine, her moans of pleasure filling the kitchen. I gripped her hips, pulling her back against me, my cock buried deep inside her tight, wet heat. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clamping down on my cock in a rhythmic pulse that pushed me over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my seed, marking her as mine.