On a cold day, a warm cup of coffee feels wonderful. While drinking coffee at a cafe, a woman suddenly peeked over with a smile. Her face reminded me somehow of a certain idol, making her instantly likable. I quietly observed her working inside the cafe, warming my body with the hot coffee. When leaving, I came up with the classic move of writing my contact info on the back of the receipt. Though I thought it might fail, a few hours later, the phone rang—it was her calling. I rushed to our arranged meeting spot, exchanged brief greetings, and then entered the room. Her nervousness was palpable, so I chatted a bit to ease the atmosphere. When I asked why she contacted me, she said, "In today’s world, no one ever does something like that anymore—it made me go 'kyun,' somehow," revealing her pure nature. She didn’t have a boyfriend and wasn’t very sexually active. Why she chose to respond only to me remained a mystery until the end. Drawn in by her cuteness, I suddenly kissed her. She was a bit awkward, likely due to inexperience, but perhaps because of her personality, she did her best to follow my lead. When I undressed her, she revealed bold lingerie—a striking contrast to her innocent nature that heightened my excitement. Her breasts were a perfect D-cup size, sensitive and responsive at the slightest touch. Tracing my tongue from her chest down to her pussy, her sensitivity steadily rose, and I couldn’t hold back any longer—I thrust inside. What an incredible pussy. The moment I entered, warm lubrication enveloped my cock. Ahh, an indescribable luxury. She did her best in her own way, and I eventually came—experiencing a pleasurable sensation I hadn’t felt in a long time. As I lingered in the afterglow, she shyly blushed and whispered, "I’d forgotten how good sex could feel…" Moved by those words, I gently kissed her, said nothing, and held her close once more.