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.