Cerine

Synopsis

Greetings, everyone. This is 素人ホイホイtower. Reunions are truly terrifying things. When time that had stopped begins to move again, what emerges is not nostalgia, but a matured “thirst” that has been cultivated. Love is not something purchased with sincerity. Love is merely an excuse to release pent-up desire, and “reunion” is the magic that creates such pretenses. Or so spoke the mistress of a certain oil tycoon, champagne glass in hand. In other words—behind her casual laugh of “introduce me to someone,” lies an abundance of raw instinct.

27 years old, voluptuous, long-awaited reunion, experienced in threesomes, incredibly sensitive, self-proclaimed weakling. When she suddenly reappears, her lonely jokes and requests for introductions make her seem like any ordinary girl. But the moment we have her change into the prepared unusual outfit, the atmosphere transforms entirely.

“Wait, isn’t this a cleaning device?” she laughs, yet her body betrays her. As soft skin is freed from the tight fabric, when asked “did your breasts get bigger?” her composure begins to crumble. That night, she confesses: “I’ve done threesomes, but… could you teach me about group play?” Beneath that innocent face lies a lustful curiosity yearning for unknown pleasures.

Once service begins, she admits “I might be out of my depth today”—such extreme sensitivity. Sandwiching with her prized chest, she drowns in ecstasy. Trembling at the slightest touch, blushing as she admits “my panties are getting soaked,” her hips move “automatically” beyond her control. “Touch me,” “put it in”—the relationship of former acquaintances dissolves into intense heat and honeyed depths. Her clitoris becomes engorged, eyes rolling back as consciousness flies. Is there any other “reunion” so faithful to base instinct? “I’m at my limit… I’m losing it!” The cry of a woman whose reason has collapsed. There stands not the lonely girl from before, but merely a female beast greedily devouring the pleasure of penetration.

After the act, lingering in the afterglow. “I’ll come back,” she says with bittersweet reluctance. Quite a sinful parting indeed. I forever wish you all the most exquisite release.