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Azu Amatsuki Drunk and Creampie

As a busy sales department manager, one day I received my contact info from a young female employee in the accounting department, leading to a secret hotel rendezvous. That night, after dinner, she lay defenseless on the bed in the hotel room. Her sheer thighs peeked out from under her skirt, and though she joked, "You can see my panties," she was clearly intrigued by the feel of my hands. Despite the age gap, she admitted she was drawn to older men and had dreamed of an office romance, spurred by drunken courage at the year-end party when she first gave me her number. Her innocent demeanor and pure romantic feelings stirred something deep within me. She guided my hand toward her chest, and as I savored the softness, I found myself flustered like a teenager. She locked eyes with me, openly seducing. Though being alone together in a hotel implied consent, I hesitated—over twenty years separated us. But when she leaned in and kissed me, my resistance vanished instantly. She removed my tie, unbuttoned my dress shirt, and exposed her chest. As she sucked on my nipples, I breathed heavily, overwhelmed by sexual pleasure I hadn’t felt in years. While touching my abdomen, she giggled mischievously, “So soft and squishy. You’re adorable.” When she began pulling down my pants and trying to remove my underwear, I said, “It’s embarrassing for me to be the only one naked,” so she lifted her skirt, revealing a plump, round ass and a flash of red panties beneath her stockings. After taking off her top, her voluptuous body was fully revealed. Wearing only matching lingerie and stockings, her appearance heightened my arousal. “I’ll buy you new ones later—can I rip these stockings?” she pleaded. I agreed, and as she tore them open, her crotch came into full view, wrapped in bright red panties. The scent of her womanhood filled the air, making my cock painfully hard. She gripped my shaft, caressed it lovingly, then slowly took it into her mouth. The warm, soft sensation erased all the stress I’d carried. Initially, I’d treated this encounter as mere play, but as I received direct sexual pleasure, genuine romantic feelings began to grow. At my age, emotions like this only lead to trouble—but maybe, just once, it’s worth moving forward without fear of getting hurt. I sucked her nipples, slid her panties aside, and licked her pussy, then stripped her completely and assumed the 69 position, pleasuring each other orally. As I fingered her clean, wet slit, she sucked my cock until I could barely hold back. Then she straddled me, guiding the tip of my bare cock to her entrance without a condom. Her soaked pussy made lewd, squishing sounds as the head slipped inside. Slowly, she lowered her weight, her tight walls parting to swallow my sensitive, bare cock deep within. The pulsing heat of her vagina sent waves of sensation through my shaft, intensifying my affection. Embarrassingly eager, I hungrily bit at her tits, thrusting wildly until I erupted a thick load of cum deep inside her. Later, we bathed together, regained our composure, and indulged in a second intense round of sex. It was a day that made me feel young and alive again.