In the midst of a tempestuous night, I found myself yearning for the company of my preferred married woman, the irresistible Akira. Her allure was undeniable, and I was eager to lose myself in her arms once more. As a man of habit, I had already placed an order for some sustenance, hoping that the delivery girl would arrive soon. However, the storm outside was relentless, and I was growing increasingly restless. When the doorbell finally rang, I was taken aback to find Akira standing there, her eyes sparkling with mischief. It seemed she had decided to take a detour from her usual routine to visit me. The sight of her, her silky black hair flowing down her shoulders, was enough to weaken my resolve. I knew that it would be impossible to resist her advances. As she stepped inside, she began to undress, revealing her petite Asian body, a perfect blend of innocence and sensuality. Her eyes were filled with desire as she slowly removed my clothes, her fingers tracing a trail of fire across my skin. The air was thick with anticipation as she took me in her mouth, her skilled lips and tongue working their magic. The room was filled with the sounds of our passionate lovemaking, the wind howling outside only adding to the erotic atmosphere. I could feel her warmth enveloping me, her body moving rhythmically against mine. The pain and pleasure intertwined, creating a symphony of ecstasy that only intensified with each thrust. As we reached our climax, the storm outside seemed to echo our shared ecstasy. The rain poured down, the wind howling, but inside, we were lost in our own world of pleasure. The sight of Akira, my favorite married woman, lying beside me, her breath on my neck, was the perfect end to a perfect night. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just another unforgettable memory in our ongoing saga of lust and desire.
