(Karsten)
(R-18 Content Ahead)
Arata, indeed, was the most exotic and original woman I had been with. Her body I played like a fiddle and she didn't disappoint with the moans she definitely didn't fake. Burying myself inside her softness made a ripple of pleasure course through me like a rupturing gusto.
Fuck! She felt heavenly and I wished to plunder her again and again, to lose myself in her rhythm as she stared at me through the mirror with those enigmatic sapphire eyes of her, dripping passion embroiled in vulnerability. But it was that innocence she carried that intrigued me the most.
She willingly took whatever I gave; her body bounced and twirled from my thrusts until she came shuddering, and I watched her fall apart through the mirror.
Never had I seen a more glorious sight before. The blush on her cheeks.
The slight opening of her mouth as if she was forever stuck in a moan.
