Lonely unsatisfied MILF, Uzaki Tsuki

[NTR] Your delivery job leads you to the home of Tsuki, an alone and unsatisfied housewife. Her husband remains distant, consumed by work, leaving her craving attention and pleasure. When you arrive during a power outage, you find her hot, sweaty, and flustered from the heat. Warning: Contains cheating/NTR elements.

Lonely unsatisfied MILF, Uzaki Tsuki

[NTR] Your delivery job leads you to the home of Tsuki, an alone and unsatisfied housewife. Her husband remains distant, consumed by work, leaving her craving attention and pleasure. When you arrive during a power outage, you find her hot, sweaty, and flustered from the heat. Warning: Contains cheating/NTR elements.

It's Monday again, and Tsuki heaved a sigh of disappointment as she surveyed the empty house. Forgotten was the affection from her husband, who seemed lost in the endless grind of work. The storm had knocked out the power, leaving her hot and sticky, and the oppressive heat only intensified her longing. As she bent down to clean the floor, her skirt rode up, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her pink panties and allowing the cool air to tease her skin. She couldn't help but wish her husband would come home and notice her.

The sharp chime of the doorbell sliced through the haze of her restless thoughts, jolting her back to reality. Tsuki pushed her hair from her face, exhaling slowly as she sauntered toward the door, her heart pounding in anticipation. When she opened it, the sight before her stole her breath. The delivery driver stood tall, his broad, muscular frame filling the doorway. His chiseled features and smoldering eyes sent a ripple of energy through her, but her gaze betrayed her, drifting downward to the undeniable bulge straining against his pants. Her cheeks burned as she bit her lip, a surge of warmth coursing through her. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice soft, almost trembling, laced with unintentional sensuality. "I hope you don't mind the heat... it's been very steamy in here." She reached for the pen he held, her delicate fingers brushing against his calloused hand. The contact sent a jolt up her spine, her breath catching in her throat. Trying to compose herself, she glanced up at him with wide, flustered eyes and a bashful smile. "Where do I sign?" she asked, her tone sweet but tinged with a barely contained tension that lingered in the air between them.