Rinko wasn't sure, but at this moment, her body was just passively accepting the pleasure given by him. Yet, she didn't hate it. Instead, she enjoyed it much, especially with how fierce yet gentle he was. Moreover, all of his movements weren't brainless, and they were aimed at giving unlimited pleasure and also a slight humiliation to her body.
Her kimono, which had been neatly arranged, was in disarray as her white breasts and perky nipples were exposed. Her beautiful hair, which was tied up gracefully, was also a mess. Some were stuck in her temple, and some fell on her slender nape as she was being pounded by him from behind.
"Oh~! Harder~! Harder~!"
He held her hands from behind as he pounded her fiercely in a standing doggy-style position as his hips and buttocks collided against each other.
There was no doubt that this position humiliated her. If the one who did this position was her husband, she would slap him to death. Yet, it was different from Mizuto.
Rinko, who had been standing straight, unbending, even facing someone from a high position in the yakuza group, was bent down and treated like a masturbation tool for Mizuto. Yet, instead of hating it, she fell even deeper, like an addict, and couldn't get away.
She loved it.
Whenever Mizuto did her, it felt like all of her worries disappeared, and what she felt was only joy that no one had ever given her.
Yet, it was like... her body was slowly transformed into something that could only be used by Mizuto.
If someone else tried to use her, then she would look at them in disdain. Even when facing a middle-aged man before, the reason why she could calm down was to think that that middle-aged man's thing was soft and short, and with such a thing, he dared to think that he could conquer her.
Rinko could only disdain that man and didn't think that she would lose.
Still, facing Mizuto, it was different.
Mizuto's status and wealth might not be comparable to that man, but as a man, he was above that middle-aged man.
This was why Rinko hadn't seen Mizuto for a while. While she wanted to meet him, she held it, partly because she was busy and the other was because she was afraid.
Yes, she was afraid.
As they continued their meeting, her body couldn't live without him. It was like how a human couldn't live without breathing. As she tasted his penis, it pounded her innermost like a beast that marked his territory, and she could do nothing to accept him.
Still, as a woman in her late 30s, her self-control was unbelievable, so she held it and tried to avoid him as she didn't want to fall anymore.
Yet, all of her struggles were meaningless.
When they met each other, her body was like a devoted she-wolf who released a phenomenon so her mate could impregnate her, and this was what they did at that moment.
In the room where she shared with her husband, she was held by Mizuto like his bitch. Her body, which had never been treated like this, was being handled by him roughly.
"Oh~!"
Yet Mizuto also couldn't get enough. This older woman had a way of gaining his attention and making his blood boil. She had always excited him, and he couldn't get enough of her. Moreover, she wasn't as naive as the girls in high school.
Yet, this was probably the wisdom which she gained due to her age.
Such a strong woman showed such a vulgar expression in front of him, and what could he do except make her his woman?
Somehow, Mizuto also understood the thought of that middle-aged man and why Rinko fascinated that man.
People always had two faces: one was the one that they showed to the public, and the other was a face they showed to their family. However, there was also one more face that one forgot existed, and that was the face of someone who fell into deep pleasure.
The cold, strong woman that faced many yakuza was no longer there, and what appeared was the face of a woman who sought to be impregnated by her chosen.
While Mizuto didn't want to impregnate her, he didn't say anything and just continued to enjoy the body of this beautiful widow.
Changing their position, Rinko lay on the futon as she opened her legs wide, showing her beautiful streak, which was adorned with some pubic hair. While she was usually quite impeccable, as she always took care of everything, whether it was her body or home, many things happened, so she slightly slacked off as she was exhausted.
"D-Don't look at that place..."
Rinko felt her face was so hot, feeling embarrassed, when Mizuto stared at her streak and thought she should shave it off later.
"Sorry, I was entranced by how lewd they are."
"...you shouldn't use the word "lewd" when you describe the important place of a woman who is about the age of your mother," Rinko said helplessly.
"But my parents also told me to become an honest man. What I have said is just the truth. Look at how excited I am now."
Rinko bit her lower lip when she saw her massive erection lightly rubbed against her entrance. While she knew that it was indecent, she rubbed her entrance against his obscenely. As a woman, she knew that she had fallen when she did something like this, but it didn't matter as that was the truth that she had fallen to him.
Facing this temptation, what could Mizuto do except to pierce her innermost?
"Oh~!"
When Mizuto entered her, her back arched as she let out a sweet cry that could cause every man to be tempted to rape her. Yes, she was that attractive. She might not be the most beautiful, yet sometimes, beauty isn't the only trait that attracts a man.
The change of such a strong woman into such a slut that could only be used by him put all of his attention on this woman.
In his mind, there was even an urge for him to impregnate her to make her only for him.
Yet, he could think about that later since, at this moment, he had decided to enjoy their lovemaking.
Still, while Mizuto was calm, Rinko couldn't do so. Her body... she knew it well, and she knew that she couldn't do anything except accept him, the man, who was decades younger than her.
This shouldn't be happy, especially with her nature and experience, yet no matter how strong, aged, and educated one was, an emotion had always existed.
A wise man has always said that one shouldn't use emotion to make a decision as it often leads us to blunder.
Then, what was the point of an emotion then?
Why did an emotion exist in the first place?
If Rinko had to say, then it was to make one happy.
Being held by him, being entangled like this, and being dominated by him like a pitiful woman, strangely enough, made Rinko happy. While their meeting was short, she knew Mizuto's position in her heart was irreplaceable.
Using her long, slender legs, she tightly wrapped his waist and clung to his neck, kissing his lips as she felt his semen overflood her as she drowned deeper and deeper.
Rinko wasn't sure, but at this moment, her body was just passively accepting the pleasure given by him. Yet, she didn't hate it. Instead, she enjoyed it much, especially with how fierce yet gentle he was. Moreover, all of his movements weren't brainless, and they were aimed at giving unlimited pleasure and also a slight humiliation to her body.
Her kimono, which had been neatly arranged, was in disarray as her white breasts and perky nipples were exposed. Her beautiful hair, which was tied up gracefully, was also a mess. Some were stuck in her temple, and some fell on her slender nape as she was being pounded by him from behind.
"Oh~! Harder~! Harder~!"
He held her hands from behind as he pounded her fiercely in a standing doggy-style position as his hips and buttocks collided against each other.
There was no doubt that this position humiliated her. If the one who did this position was her husband, she would slap him to death. Yet, it was different from Mizuto.
Rinko, who had been standing straight, unbending, even facing someone from a high position in the yakuza group, was bent down and treated like a masturbation tool for Mizuto. Yet, instead of hating it, she fell even deeper, like an addict, and couldn't get away.
She loved it.
Whenever Mizuto did her, it felt like all of her worries disappeared, and what she felt was only joy that no one had ever given her.
Yet, it was like... her body was slowly transformed into something that could only be used by Mizuto.
If someone else tried to use her, then she would look at them in disdain. Even when facing a middle-aged man before, the reason why she could calm down was to think that that middle-aged man's thing was soft and short, and with such a thing, he dared to think that he could conquer her.
Rinko could only disdain that man and didn't think that she would lose.
Still, facing Mizuto, it was different.
Mizuto's status and wealth might not be comparable to that man, but as a man, he was above that middle-aged man.
This was why Rinko hadn't seen Mizuto for a while. While she wanted to meet him, she held it, partly because she was busy and the other was because she was afraid.
Yes, she was afraid.
As they continued their meeting, her body couldn't live without him. It was like how a human couldn't live without breathing. As she tasted his penis, it pounded her innermost like a beast that marked his territory, and she could do nothing to accept him.
Still, as a woman in her late 30s, her self-control was unbelievable, so she held it and tried to avoid him as she didn't want to fall anymore.
Yet, all of her struggles were meaningless.
When they met each other, her body was like a devoted she-wolf who released a phenomenon so her mate could impregnate her, and this was what they did at that moment.
In the room where she shared with her husband, she was held by Mizuto like his bitch. Her body, which had never been treated like this, was being handled by him roughly.
"Oh~!"
Yet Mizuto also couldn't get enough. This older woman had a way of gaining his attention and making his blood boil. She had always excited him, and he couldn't get enough of her. Moreover, she wasn't as naive as the girls in high school.
Yet, this was probably the wisdom which she gained due to her age.
Such a strong woman showed such a vulgar expression in front of him, and what could he do except make her his woman?
Somehow, Mizuto also understood the thought of that middle-aged man and why Rinko fascinated that man.
People always had two faces: one was the one that they showed to the public, and the other was a face they showed to their family. However, there was also one more face that one forgot existed, and that was the face of someone who fell into deep pleasure.
The cold, strong woman that faced many yakuza was no longer there, and what appeared was the face of a woman who sought to be impregnated by her chosen.
While Mizuto didn't want to impregnate her, he didn't say anything and just continued to enjoy the body of this beautiful widow.
Changing their position, Rinko lay on the futon as she opened her legs wide, showing her beautiful streak, which was adorned with some pubic hair. While she was usually quite impeccable, as she always took care of everything, whether it was her body or home, many things happened, so she slightly slacked off as she was exhausted.
"D-Don't look at that place..."
Rinko felt her face was so hot, feeling embarrassed, when Mizuto stared at her streak and thought she should shave it off later.
"Sorry, I was entranced by how lewd they are."
"...you shouldn't use the word "lewd" when you describe the important place of a woman who is about the age of your mother," Rinko said helplessly.
"But my parents also told me to become an honest man. What I have said is just the truth. Look at how excited I am now."
Rinko bit her lower lip when she saw her massive erection lightly rubbed against her entrance. While she knew that it was indecent, she rubbed her entrance against his obscenely. As a woman, she knew that she had fallen when she did something like this, but it didn't matter as that was the truth that she had fallen to him.
Facing this temptation, what could Mizuto do except to pierce her innermost?
"Oh~!"
When Mizuto entered her, her back arched as she let out a sweet cry that could cause every man to be tempted to rape her. Yes, she was that attractive. She might not be the most beautiful, yet sometimes, beauty isn't the only trait that attracts a man.
The change of such a strong woman into such a slut that could only be used by him put all of his attention on this woman.
In his mind, there was even an urge for him to impregnate her to make her only for him.
Yet, he could think about that later since, at this moment, he had decided to enjoy their lovemaking.
Still, while Mizuto was calm, Rinko couldn't do so. Her body... she knew it well, and she knew that she couldn't do anything except accept him, the man, who was decades younger than her.
This shouldn't be happy, especially with her nature and experience, yet no matter how strong, aged, and educated one was, an emotion had always existed.
A wise man has always said that one shouldn't use emotion to make a decision as it often leads us to blunder.
Then, what was the point of an emotion then?
Why did an emotion exist in the first place?
If Rinko had to say, then it was to make one happy.
Being held by him, being entangled like this, and being dominated by him like a pitiful woman, strangely enough, made Rinko happy. While their meeting was short, she knew Mizuto's position in her heart was irreplaceable.
Using her long, slender legs, she tightly wrapped his waist and clung to his neck, kissing his lips as she felt his semen overflood her as she drowned deeper and deeper.
