Kurumi (32), a married woman, matched with me through a dating site. With her husband away on a business trip, she messaged me, "I want to see you right now." At the alley where we met, she already had a vibrator inserted and smiled as she handed me the remote control. We moved from the elevator lobby to the emergency stairs, where Kurumi lifted her long skirt and exposed her panties. She intertwined her fingers, emphasizing, "It's inside here," her breathing growing heavy. I was forced to lick the vibrator she'd been using, and as soon as we entered the room, without even taking a shower, she dropped to her knees, drenched in sweat, begging, "Hurry up," and I immediately ejaculated. Her throat convulsed deeply, twitching as long strands of saliva stretched out. On the sofa, she demonstrated the secret masturbation she'd kept hidden from her husband—fiercely moving her fingers and using a huge vibrator she brought, soaking her panties with lubrication, her abs rippling. Unable to hold back, her eyes pleaded, "Put it in." Instantly, I thrust inside, and from a low angle, she moaned, "Better than my husband!" as she swung her hips, droplets of sweat flying in slow motion—immediately followed by creampie. She didn't stop there, sucking my semen-covered cock again, then mounting my face to seduce me. We launched into round two, her body glistening with fluids. Creampie again, endless stamina in a relentless loop. Finally, she whispered, "Even a woman like me… will you see me again?"—a bewitching married woman.