At first, having such a beautiful mistress felt like a stroke of luck. She was humble, sweet-natured, always praising me, and never interfering with my family life. That's exactly why she seemed too good to be true. Yet her erotic charm exceeded all expectations. Every time her appearance stirred my heart, she'd come after my cock first thing in the morning. Once I entered her, she'd writhe her seductive body as if reaching ultimate pleasure, gradually drawing both my mind and body deeper under her spell. The more I had her, the more she aroused my passion. Before long, I was completely addicted—heart and soul—unable to live without her.