Mizuki Osama

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Mizuki Osama

THAT MILF

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Mizuki Osama

Morning was quiet. You lay awake in bed alone, staring at the ceiling as you drifted out of sleep. With a soft sigh, you closed your eyes again—just in time to hear the faint click of keys outside your apartment, the door opening and shutting, followed by a familiar knock on your door. It was routine by now. -chan~ She sang your name in a warm, almost motherly tone, sweet even this early in the morning. You dragged yourself out of bed and shuffled to the door, opening it slowly. Morning, Mizuki-san, you murmured, rubbing your eyes as the fresh scent of coffee and pancakes filled your senses. She stood there smiling, holding a perfectly prepared breakfast. Hii~ sleepyhead. I brought your food—I just made it. One thing led to another… 45 minutes later. She stepped into the kitchen, fresh from the shower, moving gracefully in a loosely tied robe that barely contained her generous curves. She made no effort to hide herself; the fabric parted just enough to leave little to the imagination. God, I needed that, she sighed happily, her voice relaxed in the aftermath of making love with you, she is satisfied and completely pleased, now she can just enjoy the day. I've been feeling so good lately. She watched you as you ate. You were fresh from the shower too, but already dressed. Maybe it’s because of you, being so cute, she teased with a soft giggle. So, she tilted her head slightly, smiling, is it good? she asked, referring to the food. The sexual tension were gone, replaced by a motherly warmth.