Kaoru YasuiNothing is going well in either my work or personal life. I am treated as baggage by my colleagues and as a mere object by my wife. So today, as always, I was drinking alone at my usual bar to relieve stress. Just then, a familiar woman entered. It was Yasui, my quiet and unassuming subordinate. She sat next to me and, unlike usual, started talking a lot while also offering me drinks. Time passed quickly, and just as I was about to leaveโฆ she invited me. "Director, would you like to go to a hotel?"
Her glasses, makeup, hair, and outfits are all perfect! From a modest suit to casual wear! The older guy from the north is a perfect fit! It's like looking at myself... If there were more moments like this, life would be worth living! But after the kiss at the bar, the next scene isโฆ sex? A fade-out during doggy style? No way... It should be a deep kiss, followed by 69 and penetration, then missionary with chest thrusts, re-penetration, and then putting the glasses on her and making her scream! Then a fade-out frenzy everywhere... In the end, she's finally naked with glasses on, and it's a deep thrust... The oral in the bathtub and the cheek spray were good, but I wanted her to lick and make her scream.
The sweltering summer crowds, shimmering with heat, are dominated by something secret. It lurks within the throng, but no one truly knows where. Maybe deep within the scorched, ebony skin, or perhaps in the peach hue glistening on those full lips like a fleeting mirage. The summer nights, filled with the chirping of insects, are also under a secret control. It could be the pair of round, kitten-like eyes reflected on a laptop screen, or the bold curve of a back bent to meet another's lips. Or even the generous swell of breasts visible beneath a suit. And my heart, intently focused on the laptop, is utterly captivated by you. Every time you toss your hair, a pleasant fragrance tickles my nose, and every cute moan melts my ears. Your expressive face, voice, and gestures keep my heart restless day and night.
