Married Woman's Unfaithful Heart Rei Kuroshima

This married woman I met at a BAR a few days ago. Our meeting place was a quiet corner of town with little foot traffic—she showed up earlier than the appointed time, clearly looking forward to it. We had a lunch date and naturally headed to a hotel. When she shed her daytime attire, her skin held a soft warmth and a sweet perfume scent that burned away reason. As our fingers intertwined, a sense of transgression took over my entire body. Only our overlapping heartbeats told me this was a deviant reality. And then, a time of intense, pleasure-filled passion began.