Once you're caught up in the sexiness that this calm woman secretly exudes, there's no escaping it... Even though she's just fiddling with her phone, her lips are slightly parted, her eyes are downcast, her hair is tucked behind her ear, exposing her neck, and her slender arms are embracing her own body... she's so sexy. I could stare at her forever. If I were to see her like that in broad daylight at a cafe, I'd be certain to spend the rest of the night in agony. I wonder what kind of body is hiding under that outfit? How smooth her skin feels? What kind of voices she'll let out as I caress her? I can't help but fantasize about these things. Marie, the lovely woman who agreed to be photographed this time, is someone I might have admired on the street in the past. She seems to prioritize work and hobbies over romance, and is generally a very reliable person. Perhaps as a reaction to this, she can be quite wild when she occasionally goes out to play, often surprising people who only knew her from her usual self. Even as I was recounting this playful anecdote, I couldn't help but imagine how this pure, lovely demeanor would crumble. I was getting ahead of myself. But I wasn't the only one getting ahead of myself. It had been a while since they'd had proper sex, so Marie was probably excited and full of anticipation. When I rolled her sensitive nipples, they were already wet enough to form strings. I couldn't get enough of this contrast. The lewdness of it hitting her crotch made me want to thrust into her as soon as possible, but I had to hold myself back. Making both myself and her wait made things hotter in the end. Her lovely expression contorted with pleasure, and her plump, wet private parts were penetrated... The pleasure felt when fantasy and reality linked was incredible.