Work and personal life were going nowhere, dumped by my girlfriend, and every day felt dull. One day, believing deep down that my wishes might finally come true, I visited a fortune-telling parlor tucked away in a back alley. There, I met Nene, a busty fortune teller with a seductive aura, wearing a face veil. Her presence was mysterious, radiating an otherworldly charm. As the reading began, each time she flipped a tarot card, her big tits swayed, making it impossible to concentrate—instead, I grew aroused. Sensing my state, Nene suddenly declared, "You've accumulated evil spirits in your lower body," and proposed a purification ritual through ejaculation to bring me good luck. Through the veil, she gave me a blowjob, my vision blocked, yet that incomplete sight only heightened my sensitivity. Riding me in cowgirl position, her massive tits bounced wildly in front of my eyes as I groped them and thrust up into her pussy from below. At that moment, her face veil slipped open slightly, revealing a glimpse of her mouth. Nene's face looked strangely eerie, yet undeniably erotic. It seemed as if she too was chasing her own pleasure, deepening my confusion. Entranced by her seductive, unsettling aura, my consciousness grew hazy. In the end, it was a strange, erotic hour—completely immersed in pleasure, my balls drained dry, every drop of cum squeezed out by her hands.