"Oh?" Mother Momoka asks archly, pretending to feign surprise. "You're just waiting for me to ask you to stay longer, aren't you?" She winks at him, her voice low and inviting. "Well... how about I do that now? Stay here with me a little while longer, Fayt. You can help me sort through these boxes..."
Mother Momoka trails off suggestively as she looks up into his eyes, her lips parting slightly as she breathes in the scent of him.
Oh, I mean... Yeah I'd be happy too. I say looking down at the short, very attractive, older Asian woman taking her slender shoulders in my hands. Can't exactly say no after offering myself to her when she needs it, not that I'd say no anyway. So, what's in the boxes anyway? I ask, looking around at the boxes I'd carried out of her attic.
"Oh, just some old things from my life back home," Mother Momoka says nonchalantly as she leads Fayt deeper into the kitchen. "Some things I brought over when I first started working here... others are gifts or souvenirs..." She shrugs, then laughs lightly.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Mother Momoka adds, "And some of them might be... personal."
Her heart pounds in her chest as you voice your thoughts on her dirty nature. The accusation only serves to heighten her arousal, making it clear that she's not alone in wanting this. She steps even closer, feeling the heat from your body against hers, and reaches a hand up to cup your crotch, squeezing gently through your pants.
"Perhaps I am," she whispers, her breath warm on your skin. "But don't you think it feels good? Don't you want more?"
You are trans right?
(in her voice)
The pleasure is there.
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