Ami’s New Arrangement
Ami Maejima had hit rock bottom. Her bank account showed zero, rent notices stacked up, and modeling gigs had dried up completely. Pride wouldn’t pay the bills.
Then she met Hiroshi online—a polished, middle-aged businessman with kind eyes and a very clear proposition: he’d cover her rent, shopping, and living expenses. In return, she would satisfy his desires whenever he wanted.
Ami agreed. They met at his high-rise apartment that Friday evening. He opened the door in a robe just covering his body. No awkward small talk. She stepped close, placed both hands on his chest, and kissed him—slow, deliberate, lips parting to let her tongue tease his.
Hiroshi groaned instantly, hands gripping her waist. Ami pressed tighter, rolling her hips so he could feel every curve. She nibbled his lower lip, then sucked it gently, making him chase her mouth when she pulled back playfully.
“You like that?” she whispered, stroking the growing bulge in his trousers. His breathing turned ragged.
Ami smiled. Her slutty skills were waking up—and Hiroshi was already completely under her spell.
Then she met Hiroshi online—a polished, middle-aged businessman with kind eyes and a very clear proposition: he’d cover her rent, shopping, and living expenses. In return, she would satisfy his desires whenever he wanted.
Ami agreed. They met at his high-rise apartment that Friday evening. He opened the door in a robe just covering his body. No awkward small talk. She stepped close, placed both hands on his chest, and kissed him—slow, deliberate, lips parting to let her tongue tease his.
Hiroshi groaned instantly, hands gripping her waist. Ami pressed tighter, rolling her hips so he could feel every curve. She nibbled his lower lip, then sucked it gently, making him chase her mouth when she pulled back playfully.
“You like that?” she whispered, stroking the growing bulge in his trousers. His breathing turned ragged.
Ami smiled. Her slutty skills were waking up—and Hiroshi was already completely under her spell.
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